Author Note: Hey everybody! I've wanted to write another offshoot of The Other Swordsman, and since Gary Thunder has given me permission, here I am! This one is about the General, so I hope everyone enjoys it. I do not own The General, Tobias, or any other original piece created by Gary Thunder, and I do not own Inuyasha. I don't own the song Gimme The Prize, that one is by Queen (bold lettering comes from the song). Enjoy!
The Other Swordsman: Gimme The Prize
The air shimmered with sweltering heat, becoming so thick as so one wouldn't breath it, they would seem more to drink it. Indeed the city smog had become trapped at ground level and the temperature rose by several degrees in the urban canyons of Tokyo. As with all heat waves, as the temperature rose to the boiling point, so too did the tempers of those caught in afternoon traffic. It hadn't taken long for an accident to occur, setting off a chain reaction of fender benders all throughout the streets winding and linking the downtown core. Patience snapped and voices sniped back and forth at each other, one accusing another of fault.
"Chattering little fools," a voice with a pronounced British accent muttered. He was sitting in the frame of an apartment window, surveying the city below him during the noon hour rush. The General turned from the window sill and walked back into the confines of the air conditioned apartment.
"Bloody insects," he said of the people below. He didn't own the apartment per se, but had merely appropriated it for his purposes. He walked over the beat up couch and sat down, relaxing before he left to complete his task. The television flickered on, the result of him using the curious remote controls that had been invented in modern times. The screen glowed alive as he caught the tail end of a news report.
"..garage and water from the sprinklers. It also left a man's decapitated body lying on the floor next to his own severed head, a head which at this time has no name."
The General let slip one of his rare smirks, "I know his name."
Here I am
I'm the master of your destiny
So it was with anyone who tried to cross him. It was a simple rule to follow, though man was not infallible and still strayed his hand from time to time. This particular officer from his own army had felt that he could try to steal the General's sword, thereby gaining the incredible powers of ice and longevity, allowing him to attempt to overthrow the General.
Hmph, he grunted, Attempt is the key word.
I am the one the only one
I am the god of kingdom come
The problem that came with going against the General was also the prize for defeating him: the icy sword. Anyone going up against him soon found that trying to defeat him in battle was like trying to defeat a god. When he fought in battle using his sword, he was a god. A living god. With the sword in his possession, all of his reflexes increased by unfathomable numbers. His strength rose dramatically and all of his senses were heightened. He even had the ability to teleport at times, defying all known laws of logic and reality. The sword itself was more than razor sharp, better than any sword ever smithied; Native American tomahawks, Aztec ceremonial daggers, British longswords, Arabic scimitars, and even Japanese katanas paled in comparison to the cutting power of his sword.
Gimme the prize
Just gimme the prize
With the power of the gods came great ambition. He knew that there was something out there worthy of his skills, he had just been taking the time to find it, and though he was currently taking a break from his quest, he had only to break a few more of the sacred seals barring him from his goal.
It should not be as difficult as it is to break those seals, he mused. After all, it was I who created them, all those thousands of years ago.
If not for that troublesome Tobias and his friends, he could have concentrated more clearly on his goal.
That stupid boy is always in my way.
Give me your kings
Let me squeeze then in my hands
Ever since I crushed Alarion has he been on my back.
Alarion had been the first target of the General's wrath. First he had turned on the officers of his former army.
[The town was quiet as the General strode confidently towards the first barracks complex he could find. With a glare and a mighty kick, the iron door was blown off it's hinges, crushing the man standing guard on the inside. The General strode over the downed portal, further crushing the man underneath as dark blood oozed out from underneath. Before the other guard could throw up an alarm, the General grabbed him by the neck, crushing his throat with one hand and tossing him casually into the wall.
"Who goes there!" a startled guard shouted as he ran around the corner. He gave a gurgled cry as he ran into the butt of the General's sword before dropping to the ground in a ragged heap, unconscious. He turned to the main support strut of the building, and with a swift chop, he brought the entire building down, crushing all those inside.]
Your puny princes
Your so called leaders of your land
The first wave of soldiers had not lasted long. That was when he had turned his attention towards the castle.
To kill a snake you must cut off its head, he mused as he continued watching the news.
[With a mighty leap he cleared the courtyard across from the castle. Landing on one of the ornately decorated parapets, he ran along the upper walkway, pitching a passing guard over the side to fall down below into the moat. He spied the large open windows that led into the King's main audience chamber, where he and the members of council were holding a council meeting. He landed amid their numbers, startling them out of the world of internal politics and into their immediate situation.
"You!" the King sneered.
"Yes," the General replied, "Me."
"Guards, quickly!" one of the councilors ordered.
The General promptly swung his sword in a large arc, severing the heads of the circle of council members, "Motion denied," he said coldly.
"What do you want!" the King trembled, moving to protect the Queen.
"My recognition," said the General as he leveled his sword at the monarchs. "Biting Cold!" he yelled, a blast of frigid air coming off of his sword as it glowed blue. Within moments the King and his Queen were encased in tombs of ice.]
The General flipped channels, currently bored with his little vacation. He almost chuckled, remembering when he had finally finished off the final bastion of strength in Alarion.
I'll eat them whole before I'm done
The battle's fought and the game is won
That was the entire point. It was a game. Almost like the ones these modern humans play on their television sets. He, the General, was a living god, and as such, could not allow any others to challenge his supremacy. Marcus had been the first.
[He strode out into the courtyard confidently as he counted the number of men arrayed before him. Raising his sword, he smirked and gave off another blue glow.
"Biting Crystal!" he commanded as his sword fired many blue beams at the troops, each beam hardening into a long sickle of ice, stabbing through their ranks and impaling tens of soldiers on each. Not a single man escaped from being skewered. Alarion's finest, all wiped out with one blast from the General's sword.
"GENERAL!" a loud, strong voice bellowed. He whirled to bring his sword up, blue meeting golden yellow as Marcus, prince and general of Alarion brought his sword crashing against the General's.
"Ahh, Marcus, how have you been?" the General asked coolly, only succeeding in raising even more ire out of Marcus.
"I will kill you for what you have done!" he vowed, his golden sword raised for another blow.
"Hmph," the General grunted, raising his own weapon.]
I am the one the only one
I am the god of kingdom come
In a clash of gods, he could easily prove his strength against another. Whether it be from man, mortal, or even supernatural, he would fight to the death, be it his opponent's or his. Marcus had learned that lesson the hard way.
[Marcus leapt backwards, parrying a stab thrown by the General before planting his feet on the side of a building and leaping forward, sword held outwards in an attempt to take the General's head off, as well as most of his shoulders. However, the General was prepared for this, brining his cold blue steel up against the brilliant gold of Marcus' own sword before planting his foot in Marcus' midsection and flipping him through an open window.
"It seems you fare no better than your men," said the General.
A roar came from within the house Marcus had fell through.
"THUNDER RAGE!"
An enormous glowing blast all but obliterated the house, lightning coming down from the clouds above to strike the General and lift him into the air, where countless other beams hit him and held him in place before exploding into shocks of electricity.
Marcus smiled up at him, savouring his moment of victory.]
Gimme the prize
just gimme the prize
Many had tried to defeat him in the past, but none had succeeded. Potions, magic, curses, hexes, poisons, arrows, fire, bombs, cannons, nothing had been able to stop him. Even the wretched boy Tobias, for all his effort, could not stop him. The General looked at his watch.
I will deal with him soon, just as I did with his brother, he mused.
[ "It seems you underestimated me General," Marcus spat with contempt as he walked over to the General's prone body. He swiped downwards with his sword with a severing blow. His advance was halted by a glittering blue blade, rising to meet his own.
"Never overestimate yourself," said the General's muffled voice as he rose off of the ground.
Marcus knocked his blade away and stepped back a few feet, astonished that the General could withstand such a blast.
"Now you die," came the General's cold voice as he rained blow upon blow on Marcus, who could barely deflect each hit. Soon he found himself being cut all over, some small cuts, others long angry gashes along his chest and back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother, causing him to hitch for a moment in his fight, allowing the General to sever his hands with one swift stroke.
As Marcus fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from the severed stumps of his forearms, the General advanced coldly, sword beginning to glow bright blue with his impending attack.
"I have something to say," he began slowly as he raised his sword, "It's better to burn out than to fade away."
His sword of ice shimmered in brightness much like that of an aurora as he called out his final attack. His eyes caught those of Tobias before he rained down the final blow.
"There can be only one!"]
After the defeat of Alarion he had moved onwards to other Kingdoms, setting his sights on Mistaria.
Move over
I said move over
Hey hey hey clear the way
The King had refused to pay him for what the kingdom was worth, so he decided to test the strength of his abilities once more. After all, it was only a game.
[An army of almost a million soldiers arrayed itself before him, behind them the mighty capital of Mistaria loomed, war machine platforms with payloads at the ready. As the front ranks advanced across the battlefield towards him, the General restrained the urge to chuckle. Arrows began to rain down around him, peppering the earth where he stood. Trebuchet unleashed enormous boulders towards him, the first wave coming no where near his position. He sighed as he looked upon the assembled soldiers in various formation, box and phalanx.
Like leading lambs to slaughter, he thought to himself.
He was going to kill all of them. Individually. Every single one. It would take a long time; hours, perhaps days. But to the General, every second would be worth it.
A hundred thousand archers lifted their bows to the sky, firing them in sync. The sky darkened as numberless arrows flew towards him. He smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and sheathed his sword.
This...should be entertaining.]
There's no escape from my authority -
Didn't I tell you I am the one the only one
I am the god of kingdom come
Even that fool Naraku had fallen before the might of his sword. For over three months he had taken orders from that idiot, bowing, kneeling, and supplicating before him as a sign of respect. He had come close to the breaking point on numerous occasions, however the ability of patience needed by his sword allowed him to wait it out. Soon enough, he found his own sword embedded in that fool's back.
How great it was to chop that man into pieces.
The alarm he set went off, letting him know it was time to return to the past. Since he had collected all of the shards, it had allowed him to create his own portal to the future, letting him take his own mini-vacation.
But now it is time to go back to work.
Gimme the prize
It is time to take what is mine.
Just gimme the prize
He stood up and walked out the door, using his speed to reach the new location of his portal the past.
But first, I must remedy a problem.
I am the one the only one
I am the god of kingdom come
He returned to the feudal era easily, finding himself at the entrance of his base complex. He strode into the main facility to gain information before heading back out into the forest, setting off at high speed.
Gimme the prize
He stepped into a clearing where a small fire could be seen. No one sat around it save for one man, who's black armour was starkly contrasted by his fiery red hair. The General strode forward, sword drawn.
"You!" said Tobias.
"Yes boy, me," the General replied casually. Both men readied themselves before charging across the clearing at one another.
"THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!"
Author note: Hope you liked it! For the few of you who actually read this...please review! Let me know what you thought!