Everyone was up and outside by the time Haruka got out there. She wore her golden armor and held her sword at her side.
"Jonas!" She shouted and the man looked back at her and nodded.
"They're coming. The rebels."
Haruka could feel a lump rise in her throat and looked towards the house. 'Michiru…'
The aqua haired woman fell out of bed. She had to help! Her legs tingled as the last of the transformation completed. She stretched her long legs.
All that was next was for the decision of her species. Michiru hoped that would come quick.
She stood on shaky legs and dressed herself in a long silk dress that was all she could find. As she bounded down the hall she saw the approached rebel warriors on horseback. The clouds billowed at their stomping hooves. 'Haruka…'
The rebels quickly reached the first line of defense. Having some of their masters thrown, the horses were quickly taken over by the defense. They were strong and brave.
Haruka watched the battle, standing strong like Jonas and Markaw. Rosemary was even armed with a sword and a few daggers stashed here and there. They could only wait and take whatever rebels were left standing as the second defense.
Suddenly she was running and hollering like the rest. Some would've even gone as far as to use the words "wild animals". They were met by the attackers, or at least what was left of them. Narrowly it was about a fourth.
Haruka found herself face to face with a tough red-head that carried a large battle ax. She swung her sword up and sparks flew as their weapons collided. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rosemary throw a carefully aimed dagger, and not fail to hit the target.
The blonde moved quickly, rolling aside and slammed the girl's head with the blunt side of her sword. The red-head fell to the ground, unconscious.
She grinned and turned to a new opponent. It was a silver haired teen only about 15. Haruka felt a pang of sadness for the girl until she attempted to hit her with a sword she didn't know how to use. Haruka ducked and caught her behind the knee, pulling her down. Not wanting to kill her, but knowing exactly what she was doing, Haruka had aimed perfectly. The girl's head fell against a rock and she passed out.
The blonde looked around. Many of the villagers or warriors that lived in the town had either killed or wounded the rebels. Their job was almost done. The smell of war didn't bother Haruka anymore. She had become used to its gloom and one sided wins.
Suddenly the blonde was pushed to the ground and heard a deep laugh. She glared up at a big male warrior and stood, only to be knocked down again. "Dammit," she muttered to herself and rolled, standing quickly.
The man seemed surprised, but let out a drunken slur and stepped forward, taking a swing at Haruka. She neatly stepped aside and her blade met his.
She blocked another attack and another before realizing something: this guy was drunk out of his mind and merely taking blind swings. She ducked another swing and jabbed him hard in the stomach, thankful their armor was not very thick.
He doubled over and his eyes met her's for a second. Haruka cried out as he quickly pushed her down again. She growled, slightly phased.
The warrior grabbed his sword and, quickly aiming, trying to make a killing blow, took a stab. Haruka quickly closed her eyes.
Then she heard a scream and immediately looked up. Michiru stood in front of her, facing away, eyes wide, and the sword's blade in her side.
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A.N: o.o What will happen? What will become of Michiru? Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion! Bwahaha. Review please!!
"Jonas!" She shouted and the man looked back at her and nodded.
"They're coming. The rebels."
Haruka could feel a lump rise in her throat and looked towards the house. 'Michiru…'
The aqua haired woman fell out of bed. She had to help! Her legs tingled as the last of the transformation completed. She stretched her long legs.
All that was next was for the decision of her species. Michiru hoped that would come quick.
She stood on shaky legs and dressed herself in a long silk dress that was all she could find. As she bounded down the hall she saw the approached rebel warriors on horseback. The clouds billowed at their stomping hooves. 'Haruka…'
The rebels quickly reached the first line of defense. Having some of their masters thrown, the horses were quickly taken over by the defense. They were strong and brave.
Haruka watched the battle, standing strong like Jonas and Markaw. Rosemary was even armed with a sword and a few daggers stashed here and there. They could only wait and take whatever rebels were left standing as the second defense.
Suddenly she was running and hollering like the rest. Some would've even gone as far as to use the words "wild animals". They were met by the attackers, or at least what was left of them. Narrowly it was about a fourth.
Haruka found herself face to face with a tough red-head that carried a large battle ax. She swung her sword up and sparks flew as their weapons collided. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rosemary throw a carefully aimed dagger, and not fail to hit the target.
The blonde moved quickly, rolling aside and slammed the girl's head with the blunt side of her sword. The red-head fell to the ground, unconscious.
She grinned and turned to a new opponent. It was a silver haired teen only about 15. Haruka felt a pang of sadness for the girl until she attempted to hit her with a sword she didn't know how to use. Haruka ducked and caught her behind the knee, pulling her down. Not wanting to kill her, but knowing exactly what she was doing, Haruka had aimed perfectly. The girl's head fell against a rock and she passed out.
The blonde looked around. Many of the villagers or warriors that lived in the town had either killed or wounded the rebels. Their job was almost done. The smell of war didn't bother Haruka anymore. She had become used to its gloom and one sided wins.
Suddenly the blonde was pushed to the ground and heard a deep laugh. She glared up at a big male warrior and stood, only to be knocked down again. "Dammit," she muttered to herself and rolled, standing quickly.
The man seemed surprised, but let out a drunken slur and stepped forward, taking a swing at Haruka. She neatly stepped aside and her blade met his.
She blocked another attack and another before realizing something: this guy was drunk out of his mind and merely taking blind swings. She ducked another swing and jabbed him hard in the stomach, thankful their armor was not very thick.
He doubled over and his eyes met her's for a second. Haruka cried out as he quickly pushed her down again. She growled, slightly phased.
The warrior grabbed his sword and, quickly aiming, trying to make a killing blow, took a stab. Haruka quickly closed her eyes.
Then she heard a scream and immediately looked up. Michiru stood in front of her, facing away, eyes wide, and the sword's blade in her side.
*****
A.N: o.o What will happen? What will become of Michiru? Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion! Bwahaha. Review please!!