'Dedication'
Written by Diablo Omega
Summary: An account of the (in)famous incident at the Battle of Xia Pi.
Warning: Violence, obviously.
Rating: FF-14
Cries of pain and fury roared across the battlefield at Xia Pi. Countless corpses littered the gore-drenched grassland, standards lay cracked and torn among them, and already flies and crows were descending to sate their gruesome appetites. Two bodies of men were beginning to separate, but a fierce skirmish continued between. A tall, fearsome man waded through slain foes and carved his way through the retreating ranks. His somber face was splattered with blood, and he wiped sweat, grime, and gore from his visage with the back of his hand. The immense sword in his hands glistened in the fading sunlight, wet with freshly spilled blood. The razor-like edge whistled as it severed a soldier's spine and whirled, blocking a spear thrust from a mounted officer. The flat of the sword smashed the wielder's hand, disarming him and leaving him open to decapitation. The blow struck with such force that the corpse shifted and fell from the saddle, as the horse bolted from the slaughter around it.
A fierce shout caught his attention, and he raised his head to see three riders thundering toward him. His icy eyes narrowed, as he swung upward, beheading horse and slaying the rider nearest him with one awesome stroke. He heard the twang of a bowstring and quickly turned his head away, but an arrow pierced his left eye. The man shrieked in pain, falling to his knees and unconsciously plucking the shaft from his eye socket. Biting his lip so forcefully blood was drawn, he glanced at the gruesome sight in his clenched hand. Blood dripped from the eye impaled upon the arrow, but he steeled his resolve and exclaimed, "Essence of my father, blood of my mother! I cannot throw this away!" The warrior bit the eye from the shaft and swallowed it, ignoring the sickening feeling of his eye passing into his stomach. He was so much in shock that he barely noticed the approaching horsemen.
"Xiahou Dun! Sir! Are you alright!" the soldier dismounted to check on his general, but nearly stumbled backwards as the swordsman stood, knuckles white from force as he squeezed the handle of his sword.
"I need this," he growled, mounting the horse and spurring it in the direction of the enemy army. He plucked a spear from the earth and galloped after his attacker. He slid his gore-drenched blade into the bag behind the saddle, and switched the reins to his left hand, gripping his spear. The back rank of the army grew into view, as Xiahou Dun called out, "Turn, coward!"
The officer who had wounded the Wei general wheeled his horse around, to see the terrifying form of Xiahou Dun bearing down upon him, less than five meters away. Not a moment later, the one-eyed general forced his spear through the center of his foe's face. The bones of the man's face shattered, blood gushing from the wound and knocking the dead man from his saddle. One of the corpse's troops cried, "Lord Cao Xing!", and tugged the spear from his commander's face, charging Xiahou Dun. The Wei general drew his sword and beheaded him, swift as lightning. Turning, the general rode back to his troops, ignoring the pain in his face.
A/N – I just wanted to write this, so I did, obviously. If you liked it, and even if you didn't, review and give me your thoughts. Besides, the little button to the bottom left is feeling neglected. Give it some love, huh?
Until the next time, I'm Diablo Omega. Nothing but the best, and never trust a mime.
Written by Diablo Omega
Summary: An account of the (in)famous incident at the Battle of Xia Pi.
Warning: Violence, obviously.
Rating: FF-14
Cries of pain and fury roared across the battlefield at Xia Pi. Countless corpses littered the gore-drenched grassland, standards lay cracked and torn among them, and already flies and crows were descending to sate their gruesome appetites. Two bodies of men were beginning to separate, but a fierce skirmish continued between. A tall, fearsome man waded through slain foes and carved his way through the retreating ranks. His somber face was splattered with blood, and he wiped sweat, grime, and gore from his visage with the back of his hand. The immense sword in his hands glistened in the fading sunlight, wet with freshly spilled blood. The razor-like edge whistled as it severed a soldier's spine and whirled, blocking a spear thrust from a mounted officer. The flat of the sword smashed the wielder's hand, disarming him and leaving him open to decapitation. The blow struck with such force that the corpse shifted and fell from the saddle, as the horse bolted from the slaughter around it.
A fierce shout caught his attention, and he raised his head to see three riders thundering toward him. His icy eyes narrowed, as he swung upward, beheading horse and slaying the rider nearest him with one awesome stroke. He heard the twang of a bowstring and quickly turned his head away, but an arrow pierced his left eye. The man shrieked in pain, falling to his knees and unconsciously plucking the shaft from his eye socket. Biting his lip so forcefully blood was drawn, he glanced at the gruesome sight in his clenched hand. Blood dripped from the eye impaled upon the arrow, but he steeled his resolve and exclaimed, "Essence of my father, blood of my mother! I cannot throw this away!" The warrior bit the eye from the shaft and swallowed it, ignoring the sickening feeling of his eye passing into his stomach. He was so much in shock that he barely noticed the approaching horsemen.
"Xiahou Dun! Sir! Are you alright!" the soldier dismounted to check on his general, but nearly stumbled backwards as the swordsman stood, knuckles white from force as he squeezed the handle of his sword.
"I need this," he growled, mounting the horse and spurring it in the direction of the enemy army. He plucked a spear from the earth and galloped after his attacker. He slid his gore-drenched blade into the bag behind the saddle, and switched the reins to his left hand, gripping his spear. The back rank of the army grew into view, as Xiahou Dun called out, "Turn, coward!"
The officer who had wounded the Wei general wheeled his horse around, to see the terrifying form of Xiahou Dun bearing down upon him, less than five meters away. Not a moment later, the one-eyed general forced his spear through the center of his foe's face. The bones of the man's face shattered, blood gushing from the wound and knocking the dead man from his saddle. One of the corpse's troops cried, "Lord Cao Xing!", and tugged the spear from his commander's face, charging Xiahou Dun. The Wei general drew his sword and beheaded him, swift as lightning. Turning, the general rode back to his troops, ignoring the pain in his face.
A/N – I just wanted to write this, so I did, obviously. If you liked it, and even if you didn't, review and give me your thoughts. Besides, the little button to the bottom left is feeling neglected. Give it some love, huh?
Until the next time, I'm Diablo Omega. Nothing but the best, and never trust a mime.
