Greeting Chrono Cross fans and welcome to Chapter 5 of Will of Chronos this chapter shall cover one big assed battle in Termina!
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A warning maybe…this chapter is could be considered gruesome and will have some 'cussing'. If you don't like things such as this skip over those parts. If too many complaints on the gore are received I'll re-write the chapter and will no longer write these parts in such graphic detail.
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Disclaimer – Do I really have to do this?…I don't own Chrono Cross!
Without further a-do I give you Chapter 5!
*Insert Text here* - Memories
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(Insert text here) –Thought
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Chapter 5 –Battle for Termina~~~
With a loud cry Serge bounded from the field into the burning city, his Mastermune glowing slightly with his anger. He had been in many battles but none as sickening to him as this. The innocents had no chance, they wouldn't have seen it coming and that thought just enrage the young warrior further as he plunged the holy blade deep into the bowels of a winged Hellhound.
Without any more thoughts, Serge tore the end of the Mastermune free of the animal, showering blood, guts and chunks of grated meat over any and all around the mess. The young blue-haired warrior ignored this and sped towards the nearest abomination at incomprehensible speed before slamming the trailing blade of his swallow clean through its neck, allowing the body to jerk and wither as fountains of dark blood shot from where its head used to be. Never stopping he moved to the next obstacle.
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Glenn watched as Serge took off after another monster. It was clear to the Dragoon Deva that his friend had fallen in tune with the instincts of battle and showed no intension of drawing back anytime soon. Looking around himself, Glenn noticed Serge was not the only one. Karsh, Zoah and Marcy all had fallen into their old battle habits and judging by the look on their faces, the only thoughts running through their minds were of this battle and nothing more. This brought a grim smile to the young Deva's features before he was forced to release a surprised grunt as a Griffon slammed into him from behind.
Seconds after hitting the ground, Glenn had sprung back to his feet and spun around to face his foe. His visage took on a stiff look of determination as his hand tightly gripped the Einlanzer and his body fell into the set battle position he'd used for over 15 years. Instantly he sized up his foe, which was as tall as he and 3 times as long with clawed feet and a viciously sharp beak for a mouth. Glenn was not given time to scan the creature further for it lunged at him, taking a ferocious swipe at his abdomen with its dragonic-like foot.
On a sudden impulse Glenn leapt back and brought his sword down upon the creatures assaulting limb, slicing clear through the scaly skin and relieving the monster of its extremity in a spurt of wondrous red liquid. Wasting no time to let it recover, the Dragoon leapt forward offensively and drove the Einlanzer towards the creatures exposed neck hoping to end its life in one quick blow. Unfortunately no such luck was his for the creature gave a mighty flap of its wing, creating a wind that pushed it into the sky and Glenn backwards into the dirt.
The young Deva managed to brace his fall but not the jolting skid that followed thus he slammed back first into a piece of rubble with enough force to stun him slightly. His shock wore off just in time for him to watch a piece of rubble slam into the ground only inches from his leg. Looking up he realized the wreckage he'd rammed into was tilting and at any moment could fall directly on top of him. His ears perked to sudden noises of concrete against concrete, a noise so compelling to him at the moment he was up and on his feet, away from where he sat just as the Termina ruins came crashing down.
Glenn had no time to ponder his fortune however, for the monster that had earlier harassed him was now diving upon him from the sky with unbelievable speed. Letting a low growl emit from his throat, the young Deva pulled back his sword and concentrated heavily for a slow second before suddenly thrashing his sword forward, releasing a transparent green beam which slid soundlessly through the enemy then allowed itself to dissipate. For a moment the Griffon continued it's decent upon Glenn then without warning split into two pieces that slammed into the ground on either side of the young warrior.
Breathing at a slightly quickened pace Glenn put on a thin smirk before letting out a bland snicker. "I guess they're not the only ones entranced with the instinct of Battle." The second he finished the sentence, a spray of red hit him on his forward side and back as the trailing blood from the Griffon finished its descent, turning his thin smirk to an unimpressed sneer.
A loud growl emitted from behind him causing the young knight to spin around to meet drooling fangs inches from his face. Knowing there wasn't enough time, he swung his weapon at the monster anyway only to have the blade completely shatter the creature. Glenn was shocked not only that his swing had made it in time but also the fact the creature completely exploded when being contacted. On closer inspection of the remains he saw they were frozen.
"Glenn! Glenn! Look out behind you."
He was brought from his trance by the female voice and spun around, bringing his sword up just in time to block a harsh blow delivered from a cat-like beast wielding a sword. Tearing the Einlanzer away from the enemies, Glenn slashed quickly at the things legs but missed then pulled back. His retreat was not near quick enough for the felines blade dragged itself passed the dragoons armor and tore his flesh open in a bloody wound across his stomach bringing Glenn to his knees.
Gripping his side and pushing that arm against the wound, Glenn remained kneeling as the mindless demi-human approached. He watched as the thing lifted the sword high above his head before lunging forward, sending the Einlanzer to pierce through his enemies chest. With a loud cry Glenn shoved the demi-human to the ground and drove his weapon farther into its chest causing a jet of blood to erupt from mouth and chest with a strident gurgling sound.
Glenn's breath came in sort-ragged spurts as he jerked the holy sword from the chest of the beast. Stubbornly he fought himself to a kneeling position just as a winged hellhound began towards him with a malevolent look. Growling in frustration, the young Deva lifted his weapon with draining strength and prepared once again for a close-quarter battle. He was quite pleased when a lightning bolt flashed from the sky and struck the hound dumb, seconds before a young man with green hair bounded over a pile of rubble and decapitated the animal with a dual sword swipe while the creature was still stunned.
The blood-covered combatant turned and looked at Glenn "Hey you are you ok?" Glenn fought vigorously to get to his feet and eventually managed to get there before replying.
"Should be…Fine."
He received a funny look before the man let out a small grunt "No Your not. Look underneath your arm." Complying, Glenn looked down to find blood seeping out everyway possible from beneath his arm. He cringed a moment then blinked a suddenly the whole world span. It didn't stop until he fell with a jolt onto his back causing him to grimace.
"Shit." He heard the man say. "Leena! Get over here you have all the healing elements!" Glenn's mind swam as he tried to focus on what the man said and not the vindictive pain of his injuries.
For a moment Glenn felt nothing but the gut wrenching feeling of his dark blood sickly drooling from his body with every dull beat of his heart. Nothing but the cruel throbbing of his muscles as they tensed at every tinge of pain from numerous places on his body and that nauseating feeling of his bowels slowly pushing free of there flesh bonds, tearing skin and muscles along the way.
After that agonizing moment he heard someone beside him and felt a tender hand on his shoulder. Dragging his head to the side of the hand, his eyes met the worried image of a young lady with pastel skin, red hair and pale blue eyes. Leena.
Glenn gave her a grim smile as he attempted to sit up only to be knocked back down by immense pain and deja-vu feeling of his entrails pushing free of his abdomen.
"Glenn lay down and hold still." He heard her scold; "Now hold on this'll only take a minute." He felt a tingling sensation over take his wound, replaced seconds later by a burning sensation during which time he focused on the sounds around him. He heard the familiar voice of the green-haired fighter shout in heat of the battle close by. The clashing of swords was heard somewhere in the distance and not to far off he could hear Karsh laughing bitterly in the face of some foe. Suddenly the burning sensation stopped making Glenn feel wide away. Where a wound once was he could feel a rough scar and even though it still ached, his back felt much better.
Sitting up he was met with a slap on the shoulder causing him to turn towards Leena. She gave him an attempted glare but he clearly saw the relief in her eyes.
"Don't do that to me! I though you were passed the help of elements there for a moment."
He gave her a reassuring smile "No need to worry. I'm fine now."
She returned his smile lightly, still trying to rid herself of the worry. "You'd better be."
They sat there a moment, staring quietly into the depths of the other's eyes as the sounds of battle slowly drained away from their ears. Suddenly both Glenn and Leena were snapped back to reality by the young man closest to them letting out a loud fruitful remark.
"Son-of-a-bitches! Get the fuck off of me!"
Glenn turned to see 3 monsters; one hellhound, one miniature dragon and a reptilian-like demi-human tearing and clawing heedlessly at the green-hair warrior who was on the ground trying to fend them off. Allowing his brow to furrow and another growl to escape his dry lips, he leapt forward and slammed his body into the three monsters, sending all four of them tumbling to the ground.
The instant he stopped rolling Glenn was up again. Looking ahead he saw the dragon, hellhound and demi-human standing up as well looking at him with what he guessed to be rancorous eyes.
Upon hearing something at his sides, he looked and saw Leena to his to right and the green-haired guy to his left. With a smirk the Deva raised his Einlanzer and prepared himself for the pending attack.
The green-haired man laughed "Fuckers. Your good at 3 on 1…lets see how you handle fair odds…Dragon Rider, go!!!" At the odd cry Glenn felt confidence swell inside him to the point where he too let out a cry. However odd it may have sounded, the young-man's cry was what started Glenn and Leena into a charge. Thus all three of them surged forward and met the monsters with the clash of metal-to-metal and steel-to-claw.
Glenn found himself face-to-face miniature dragon, matching blow for blow with the swift beast. Though the thing was thought to be small it stood slightly taller than the young Deva and was just as fast as well. Never the less he continued to slash and jab the creature expertly until finally he landed a blow directly across its face. Normally this fact would be celebrated but even if Glenn wanted to, a jolting pain in his shoulder prevented it. Letting out a sharp breath he looked to see the wicked claws of the dragon imbedded deep within his flesh and jerking painfully to try and remove themselves from the tight pull of his muscles. Seeing the opportunity in this, Glenn drove the Einlanzer straight through the thing's gut before twisting the blade viciously.
The Deva knew the creature would not die instantly. He even knew that it would probably take several minutes in which time the creature would probably give at least some form of mild resistance. Even so he'd never expected what happened next.
Turning back to the creature he found its head tilted back almost as if it were already dead. Glenn found this strangely familiar and caught on to the dragon's intention much to late. Before he had time to duck or cover, a spout of scorching flames emitting from the dragon's mouth engulfed him, torching his exposed skin and clothing. The force of the attack tossed the young knight backwards, tearing the claw from his shoulder and rendering that arm utterly useless. For a few blissful seconds, Glenn felt as if he were flying before he slammed into the ground for the second time that day causing his injuries to flare up with extreme pain. Annoyed, frustrated and full of anger he immediately jumped to his feet and dove at the dragon, pulling back his weapon before slamming it forward and removing the dragon's head from its body with a loud, sickening smack.
Breathing heavily he looked over at the other two fighters. Leena was glowing a dull blue as suddenly a large and extremely sharp lance of ice appeared in front of her and drove itself deep into the hellhound's chest before tearing it rigidly in half. The green-haired combatant had already gouged one of his weapons deep into the demi-humans ribcage and held the other roughly like a bat before letting out a shout as he swung at the creature, removing its legs from the knees down. Glenn watched as he spat on the corpse then jerked his sword free and walked over to where him and Leena stood.
Glenn felt like hell but he didn't suffer along. The green-haired fellow had a large gash across his left cheek, which drooled out a large amount of blood, covering half his neck and face with the crimson liquid. The Deva could see a bloody tear in the man's shirt spanning the diagonal length of his chest not to mention the heavy limp he harbored gingerly allowing hardly any weight to land on his right leg. Leena seemed better off then either him or the greenish-haired guy but numerous slashes in her clothing showed that healing elements had some part in her good health.
Glenn smiled to himself, glad to see that Leena was all right. He had no idea why but over the period of his journey with Serge he'd grown to like Leena a great deal. Not as anything more than a good friend of course, well at least he didn't think so. Never the less they'd grown close and he had always hated to see her get hurt. He had little time to dwell on this as a nice slap on the back drew him from his thoughts.
"Holy dragon, you fight like hell! Way to show 'em!"
The Dragoon suppressed a grimace at the pat and the pain it sent shock waving through his body. Looking over to the voice he found the dual-swordsman looking at him with a bit of concern. "Hey, Are you alright?"
"Who are you?"
"Me?" The young man paused a moment before continuing. "Just call me Locke. Who are you?"
"Glenn Drakor. Deva of the Acacia Dragoons."
Locke nodded his head slightly "Not bad. Not bad at all. I-" He stopped as a sudden gust of wind came from over head. All three of them looked up to see a dark red dragon spitting oversized fireballs at the flying monsters causing them to rain down upon the battle below. Squinting Glenn could have sworn he saw someone upon the dragon's back.
This all seemed to excite Locke greatly for he let out a loud laughing shout before bringing his fingers to his mouth and releasing a sharp whistle. Just a Glenn was beginning to think (This guy is nuts) a dragon came from seemingly nowhere and swooped right passed them. The Deva watched as Locke jumped onto the dragons back as it flew by, then in a steep ascent started towards the nearest flying creature.
Confused, Glenn looked over to Leena for some sort of answer. She just shook her head before replying "Ask later." He nodded and looked around the horrid scene that was Termina. "Glenn?"
Tearing his gaze from he mayhem the young Deva looked at his companion "Yes?"
"You look horrible!" He frowned and looked down at himself. Even from that angle he knew it was true. He was covered in blood, burns and filth. "I'm sorry I can't help. I don't have any healing elements left. Maybe you should find someplace to sit the rest out?"
Glenn blinked and forced himself to give her a small smile "I thank your concern but I have no intention of sitting this out."
Leena eyed him "What about your arm?"
He dismissed the fact his left arm was all but useless "I'll be fine." Hearing a cry from someone he took to his feet and bounded off in that direction with his sword in front of him and ready. Glenn heard Leena's footsteps from behind him and grinned slightly while continuing on.
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Locke held tight as Drakius dived down upon another Griffon beast. Grinning, he watched as his dragon opened him mouth and with a mighty breath shot millions of tiny, sharp needles at it, tearing through scales, feathers, fur and hide, skewering the thing until all that was left was a falling hunk of meat.
After seeing this, the Dragon Rider gave a low bitter laugh before looking about. His grin turned to a frown as he saw two dragons slightly larger than Drakius, trying to grab a hold of him and knock them down.
Without a second thought he jumped to his feet then lunged at one of the dragons. Drawing his sword in mid-air he plunged it deep into the back of its neck and gave it an unsettling twist, allowing blood to escape with a gurgle through the enlarged hole. The dragon roared and gave a sudden jerk, forcing Locke to lose his grip on his sword. His face fell as the dragon gave one final jerk, sending him off its back to plunge downward toward the earth below.
Without panicking he calmly brought his fingers to his mouth and gave another whistle. After a moment when nothing happened he looked about and saw Drakius was quite busy with the other dragon as the two slashed and snapped at each other in a dragonic brawl.
"Holy Fuck!" Looking down he watched as the ground quickly approached "I'm done fo- oof!" His sentence was cut short as he met the back of a dragon instead of the battle torn ground.
Sitting up he gave his head a shake and drew in some sweet air, which had been knocked from his chest on contact with the dragon. Looking, Locke saw the dragon was a deep red color not the blackish blue of the others in the sky. This caused him to put on a lopsided grin "Fire Strike! Hell, am I glad to see you!"
"Sorry ta save yer arse again, Mate."
The green-haired warrior searched for the source of the voice and found it in a blond haired girl on the dragon in front of him. He allowed himself to grin wider as he saw who it was. "Kidd?! Why do they keep sending you to save my ass?
She looked over her shoulder and smirked "Because they keep sendin' a Rookie ta do a pro's job!"
"Hey!" He protested, "I've been a Dragon Rider 11 years!"
"I've only been in it 1 and I'm kickin' yer arse Mate!"
Locke laughed slightly. He'd always enjoyed Kidd's company over the rest of the Honour Division. She wasn't stuck up like most the others. "Look." To her call he looked about to find in the fields just outside of Termina was the Dragoon army led by General Viper. They were in full charge and had already taken down several monsters. "Its about bloody time!
He sneered before whistling, "You got that right." This time it was a matter of seconds before a battered up Drakius appeared beside Fire Strike, allowing Locke to hop on.
The two Dragon Riders looked at one another before crossing their left arm diagonally across their chest and giving a sharp nod of their heads before veering off to get the remainder of the fiends in the sky.
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o.O If anyone knows Glenn's real last name I'd sure love to know it o.o
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