I don't own digimon. If I did it would still be on.
Oh and I like my POVs. Many people like it that way and so do I, so they stay. However I see where I messed up the perspectives. Ill keep it from happing again, and I mean to go back and fix the ones before this.
I didn't believe in destiny,
C3) Fighting
narration
At the time I kept trying to get away from everything that was happing to me. I'm still not sure when I stopped, it may have been just after I got my crest…
Fay>
Fay awoke in her bed as the sun was just peeking in her window. She sat up and starched her arms over her head. Her ribs where still a little tender but they would be better soon. After her morning routine and a breakfast of eggs she began tidying up her little house.
It was a small house, only three rooms and a kitchen and bath, but she was a small digimon and preferred a singles life. The three rooms where her bedroom, living room and office, each a little larger than the last. She liked working her clinic out of her home; it was so much nicer than the big stone hospital two towns down the road.
She pushed open her front door and looked out at the village. It was very small, much to small to be a town, but it grew some of the best fruit on this side of the world. And because of the tropical climate they could grow fruit almost all year round. There were always a few merchants driving wagons or trucks that showed up every week with products from other towns. In fact once a year a big convoy came down from Fire-Glade in the north and bought out most of the fruit grown that season, nobody minded because they paid the best and brought so much else for sale that they could never make down here in the country. Not to mention that they came just before a fresh season of growth the fruit sold was quickly replaced.
So many travelers passed through the village that there where nine large hotels and bed-an-breakfasts, digimon from out of town usually outnumbered those that lived there. Currently there were only a handful of merchants in town and they planed on moving on soon. Most of the village spent their days out tending the large orchards that surrounded the village for miles. Everyone who wasn't was here in town taking turns teaching the rookies what they didn't want to learn or playing their crafts.
Fay started off towards the town hall, wondering if Brent would wake today. It had been almost a full week since the incident that gave him the gauntlets of fate and the entire time he never once awoke. Fay couldn't find anything wrong with him, except that his arms would occasionally bleed under the gauntlets. She was beginning to worry; if he didn't wake soon he would waste away to nothing. Water and broth pored down his throat wouldn't keep him alive forever.
She entered his room and saw that Alex was there like always. Alex had taken to nursing Brent without a second thought. He acted like it was his duty, and from his stories it sounded like it was. Currently Alex was poring over another book, saying that Brent should have a crest right after putting on the gauntlets and that he meant to find why he didn't.
Fay hopped up no the cot and checked the bandages hiding the gauntlets for blood. Then she checked his eyes but they didn't react when she opened them with her claws and shined a light in them. Sometimes she thought he was brain dead but then he would mumble under his voice or shift in his sleep. She had tried everything to wake him but nothing worked.
She tried smelling salts again before leaving and still they had no effect. She went back outside and because she had nothing else to do sat under the giant tree in the center of the village. She watched her fiend Violet, a tall shapely Lillymon in a dark blue dress, as she tried getting a group of rookies to practice their math. She wasn't doing too well but she was often the teacher in these small classes. Violet said she liked teaching and spending time around rookies, Fay thought Violet wanted a few in training of her own.
Fay was considering climbing the giant tree and looking out towards one of the other towns with the telescopes up at the top. It was a silly idea that someone had to put big telescopes at the top of the tree. There was no reason and they didn't do anything but they were there and nobody wanted to carry them back down. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to do a little climbing as she started for the flight of stars that spiraled up around the enormous trunk towards the first road wide braches high above the ground.
She was just taking her second step up the stairs when she heard shouts behind her. She turned back and saw a long plume of dust rising above the fruit groves to the north along the wide dirt road. She didn't know what was going on, the north road never saw that much traffic until the merchant trains came from Fire-Glade at the end of next season.
Fay sat down on the first step and watched as the rookies went crazy after they saw the plume of dust. They must have thought it was another traveling show, and Fay thought it wasn't a bad guess. A traveling show might head south to escape the winter up north, and the shows could survive in the smaller towns doing only their smaller acts. Fay laughed as Violet was pulled along by a pack of rookies towards the road.
Then the first rider entered the village through the large arch over the road. It wasn't a cart or truck but a strange digimon she had never seen before. It was a tall pale-skinned humanoid clad in leather and spikes and had a third red eye glaring out from his forehead and a long reptile tail. He had heavy metal claws and metal plated boots and a pair of guns, one on his back and the other hanging on his hip. He rode a large red motorcycle that roared as he leaned hard over the handlebars.
Fay and Violet screamed as the bike came hurtling towards the rookies. The digimon saw the rookies and twisted on the seat, throwing the bike to the side and barely missing a stunned Gotsumon. The bike and digimon went tumbling and sliding across the hard road leaving frightened rookies and a length of bloody, oil stained dirt behind them.
Fay was already running before the digimon had started his slide and found she was shouting for Violet to get the rookies inside as she passed them. Before she reached him though he had managed to untangle himself from his twisted bike and get to his knees. "Are you ok? I'm a healer, just stay calm and I can fix you up like new", she had just stopped beside him when someone else entered town.
There was a large Tankmon fallowed by six cloaked figures on sweat-lathered horses. The Tankmon kept on going forward making Violet rush the rookies out of its way faster, the six figures in their white cloaks stayed near the arch over the road. Violet managed to get the last of the rookies into the schoolhouse nearby while the Tankmon studied Fay and the strange digimon.
As soon as the last rookie disappeared from view the white-cloaked figures came forward, silently surrounding Fay, the Tankmon and the strange digimon. One of the cloaked figures spoke but Fay couldn't tell witch. "Gatomon. Do you help this digimon? Know that if you do you will suffer its fate."
Fay winced at the words and the voice, cold and dispassionate, even machine digimon had some warmth. She took a step back but the digimon reached out and griped her leg. She looked down into his three eyes full of fear and heard him whisper, "Give it to him." She felt something stab her foot and leapt away with a howl. His claws had cut into her leg and foot.
"No she isn't his conspirator. She will go and tend her wounds while we question this digimon." Fay didn't get to say another word as the Tankmon lifted her and started towards the schoolhouse.
She struggled to free herself but its grip was too strong. She slapped its barrel nose to get its attention, "hey Mr. Trigger finger. I need to go over there." She pointed towards town hall. She hadn't expected it to matter what she said but surprisingly it did turn and roll towards town hall. It sat her down inside and then wouldn't move away from the door.
She limped down the hall leaving a red paw print every other step. She could have gone to her house to clean and dress her foot but she also wanted to see if Alex knew what was going on and there were bandages in Brent's room. She opened the door and found Alex asleep in his chair with a book hanging from his fingers. She limped over and started poking his knee with her claws and calling his name.
After the first couple pokes she gave up and hoped up on his lap and slapped his face a few times. He sat up, making Fay fall from his lap, and looked over at Brent first thing. Then he saw his blooded clothes and a bleeding Fay, "what happened to you, and why did you decide to stain by best loin cloth"
She went over to the small washstand in the corner and started cleaning her foot in the basin of water. "I was outside when this biker digimon came roaring into town and nearly ran over the Violet and her class. He managed to miss them but trashed himself and his bike. Then a strange group came in after him, a brain dead Tankmon and a bunch of strange digimon in cloaks. They are after him for something, probably broke a law or something up north, and thought I might be helping him. I would have helped him too, if he didn't decide to stab my foot with his claws."
Alex came over with a roll of bandages and started wrapping her foot for her as she went on. "The Tankmon brought me over here and is blocking the main doors. I think that biker digimon might be a spy. The cloaked ones mentioned questioning while the Tankmon brought me over here. OW, easy with that." Fay smacked Alex's hands away and felt around in a particularly deep cut in her foot. She pulled out something and tossed it into the water basin thinking the digimon had broken off a claw tip.
She started wrapping her foot again while Alex started trying to get the blood from his clothes before it stained. "He didn't look like a bad guy, well actually he did but if he was he would have just drove over the rookies and kept on going. And the whole time those strange digimon in cloaks where around him he didn't even reach for his guns. He could be insane I suppose, what with him stabbing my foot and saying 'give it to him.'"
Fay found herself held up to Alex's face staring into his eye behind its cracked helmet. "Was this a tall pale digimon with a tail and three eyes?" his eyes where burning with that intensity that made Fay flinch and hope he got his helmet fixed soon.
"Yes he was. What does that matter?" Alex's hands around her body shook, shaking her.
He all but shouted at her, "what did he give you. Where is it." she was getting sick from him shaking her and she was confused as to why he was upset. She wanted down and her arms were pined at her sides, so she bit him. Hard.
He dropped her and stuck his bleeding finger in his mouth. She hit the stand as she fell and knocked it over to. Red water washed across the floor and with it a small metal disk. Alex saw it and dove after it snatching it before it could slip between the floorboards with the water. "I don't believe it. I can't believe that crazy son of a rotten digiegg found it."
"Found what you stupid Angel? And who for that matter?" Fay had landed on her feet but only for the basin of bloody water to break on her head. Her fur was matted down and turned a light shade of pink. And a large lump was forming between her ears.
Alex stumbled back trying to get away from the angry cat digimon. "Just calm down Fay. There isn't time to get angry we need to go save Beezlemon." He sat the disk on Brent's chest and ran from the room. Fay glared after him rubbing the lump on her head before running after him.
In the front hall the Tankmon was crumpled agent the wall with wires trailing lose down from its head. She went out the door without giving it another look, and was almost thrown back in as Alex was sailing backwards. She leapt up over him and landed on the roof awning as Alex landed inside with a crash that shook the building. Fay found herself starring out at the six white-cloaked figures.
Their cloaks where stained red with blood and between them was a rack made with wood torn from the giant tree. The digimon, Beezlemon, was strung up with strips of his leather jacket and the clocked digimon had been driving shards of wood under his pale skin. Blood covered everything and she could see his eyes as they shifted around out of focus, and she could see the muscles in his jaw knotted tight and pulling his face into a horrendous mask of pain.
One of the cloaked digimon had a crossbow made of blue metal with a sparkling blue/silver shaft loaded already. Alex stumbled back out of the door with frost covering his chest. He griped his cracked staff and held it before him, without looking up at her he said in a too calm voice, "you said they were digimon."
Fay dropped to the ground beside him and clicked her claws, "what the are you talking about. What else could they be?"
One of the figures walked forward stopping a few meters away. "You have assaulted defenders of the state, attempted to free a proven criminal. You will be executed and those you know will be held for questioning." That flat expressionless voice was so disturbing that Fay couldn't help but shudder in fear.
Every figure drew a weapon and advanced. Two held swords and another had a bow loaded with a smoldering arrow; the last two each had a pair of daggers. "Fay. Try and get to Beezlemon. He can help fight, even in that shape." Fay wouldn't believe that, but she would get to him and try helping.
Alex jumped into the air and flew up high where he began firing attacks down at the six. His Hand of Fate attack wasn't as powerful as usual because his staff was still cracked from earlier and his aim made him miss every time. The two with the arrows began firing up at him, every arrow bursting into flames or sending out a cloud of ice ahead of it. Alex managed to avoid the arrows but he was beginning to tire already, he was always more the scholar than a warrior.
Fay was left facing four of them with dangerous looking weapons. She decided it was time to think not fight, and her brain said flee. So she ran. She ducked between glowing purple daggers as they were thrust at her and then under a sword with electricity sparking along it. She noticed that their weapons had been bonded with elements and something shouted in the back of her mind but she forgot it as the purple daggers flashed at her again.
She was now trapped in a ring of flashing blades. Purple daggers stirred her fur and she smelled burring hair as she twisted around a thrust of the crackling electric sword. She fell to the ground under a swing of a wooden sword, its edge sharp as steel and coated with a green sap that she just knew was venomous. Then she felt a slick wet blade dig into her shoulder then another glanced along her ribs.
She gasped from the pain before the purple daggers came back, one driven into the ground on each side of her neck. She felt the cloaked digimon move away and tried pushing herself to her feet only drop back as she felt fur shaved from her neck and carried away by the slight breeze from the daggers. She dropped back to the ground and tried not to move.
"Surrender Angemon or the Gatomon dies." She shivered at the voice again, this time she couldn't stop, even when her shaking took move fur off on the blades.
She didn't hear anything for a while but then there was a thump and a grunt. Looking out the corner of her eye she saw Alex forced facedown beside her, his hands tied to his ankles behind his back. She winced as she saw his wings, they where broken in several places and then wrapped around his staff and tied down against his back. He had to be in severe pain but she doubted his grimace was from pain.
The blades where pulled from the ground buy one of the, the things she didn't know what they where. Her tail was yanked hard, making her yelp, and used to tie her hands behind her back, she felt several of the bones in her tail break as the knot was pulled tight. She was tossed over beside Alex.
"So this is how I'm going to die. Stained pink with a shaved neck and tied up with my own tail. And to think I wanted to die as an incredibly old Angewoman surrounded by friends after curing every illness in the digital world. Thank you Alex, I really don't know how I could stand to live a peaceful life." She didn't bother to keep the scorn from her voice. Actually if it wasn't for the whole 'I'm going to die' thing running in her mind she would have had trouble denying that she was exhilarated.
Then her mind went blank as she saw a nightmare began to form, Violet and the rookies had lined up and were about to attack. Violet might be ok but the rookies would get split apart. Alex and her hadn't even been able to hit these things and as weak as fighters they where Violet was worse.
Brent>
Brent awoke on a hard bed and felt horrible, no he felt hungry. He sat up and pulled his glasses on, looking around for food he found himself in a wreaked room. The washstand was tipped and the water bowl shattered. Books where scattered in plies around a chair in the corner. But his attention was on the sticky red paw prints and a pink tint spread across the floor, he knew blood when he saw it. He stood up and was almost knocked down by hunger.
"How long have I been out?" of course there wasn't an answer because there wasn't anybody around. Ignoring his stomach as it tried teaching him German he found his shirt and boots and pulled them on. Then he noticed the bandages running from his elbows to his fingertips, he already knew what was under them so he left them in place. He was surprised that they didn't feel strange. In fact it felt like they weren't even there, he knew they where but they didn't feel it.
Brent hobbled out the open door and down the hall, his every muscle stiff and tired as if he had been working all day without a break. He found a disabled Tankmon near the door outside and spent a few moments studying it. He gave up trying to understand the imposable tangle of wires when his stomach said something he thought translated as 'feed me or I will eat your liver'. He was laughing at the idea when he stepped outside.
He stopped dead still wondering if this was a play with a very gruesome script. Digimon in blood-covered cloaks stood facing a long row of rookies and a blue dressed Lillymon. Back behind the bloody figures was what convinced him this was no play. Alex, Fay and what looked like Beelzamon where in what must have been very painful positions.
"So after five hundred years a handful of shock troops can capture two champions and a worn down old mega. I hope someone out here still knows how to fight or I might just be locked up again." Brent fell over as a voice began speaking to him. It seamed a familiar voice but he had never heard it before.
He pulled himself back to his feet and looked around for someone speaking to him. "Don't act an idiot Brent. You know where I am. And even if you pressed it into your subconscious we have been training your mind for days. We have a long way to go still but a few days should be enough to beat some shock troops. So stop wasting time and go save those children."
Brent didn't know how but he found himself running forward. He leapt up and thought he was going to hit the Lillymon but he kept on going up, he went right over her head by a foot and landed in a crouch with his fists pressed to the ground. He blinked at the strange cloaked digimon and found something in him getting mad, it wasn't him he was just confused.
He looked back over his shoulder while keeping the cloaks, as he decided to call them, in the corner of his sight. "You can stay but I don't think the children need the data kicked out of them." That wasn't some mystery thought or strange voice, that was him speaking. He decided he might as well play the hero, it did feel kind of cool.
The Lillymon, and most the rookies, had a stunned look on her face. She shook herself and turned to the rookies, herding them away to the town hall and telling them something he couldn't hear. Some of them wanted to help but she just pushed them along. Then she came back, using her wings to float above the ground. Her hands pressed together and a bud grew around them, she struck a pose and smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile a bit himself as he gave his attention back to the cloaks.
They seemed to be studying him. It felt odd being looked at like that, like they thought him a stray dog. One of the cloaks, maybe the one with the wooden sword, spoke, "soldier." That word held the sting of a reprimand and Brent never liked being bossed around, "Soldier you will surrender and be returned to your squadron commander for punishment."
The cloak with the daggers dripping water moved forward, holding both daggers in one hand and drawing a black circle from under its cloak. The circle looked like the black rings from the show, and Brent certainly didn't want to see if it worked on him. But when he tried moving his muscles wouldn't move, they weren't stuck and nothing held him. He just couldn't move.
Then as the cloak reached down to clasp the ring around his neck his muscles responded. He leaned back and griped the wrist holding the collar, pulling the cloak over his head as he fell back. That wasn't what he wanted to do but it worked, he rolled with the cloak pinning it beneath him and smacked it across its hidden face.
He leapt away from the cloak as an arrow passed through where his chest just was and found himself holding the cloak's daggers. "I didn't teach you that. But it works. Get rid of those things, you don't need them." There was that voice again. Brent didn't know what it was but he didn't care. He griped the daggers tighter; a weapon he understood was better than the thoughts drifting up from his mind.
He crossed the daggers down before him to block a sweeping cut, only to get thrown away as lightning ran into him. He pulled himself up and looked at the weapons again, they where all using a different kind of power. He ran back at the cloak with the crackling sword and attacked, not letting his wet blades touch the sword.
Then the cloak with the wind daggers joined them, Brent was amazed at how fast he began to move. He slipped around every thrust sword and turned aside every slashing dagger, he was only defending he noticed so he struck out before any more cloaks could gang up on him. His wet blades sank into blooded cloth on either side of him before striking metal with a clang.
He and the cloaks leapt away from each other, they each had a long jagged tear in their cloaks now. Revealing the plated armor underneath. Brent looked over to see how the Lillymon was doing, only to see her pressed to the ground with the bow-wielding cloak pressing a foot to her back. The voice came back again, "how soft has the world gotten if an ultimate is captured by shock troops. I thought I told you to drop those daggers."
Brent was starting to dislike this obnoxious voice that spoke only to him. He muttered under his voice, "I like these daggers. I fight better with a weapon." The cloaks had backed away and where talking amongst themselves so he waited to see what was going to happen.
Then he saw that the cloak he took his daggers from was up again and holding a long curled whip ending in steel thorns. "You have weapons fool. You are a weapon now. Use your training, let your instincts guild you."
Brent never thought the voice would answer but he didn't have time for a conversation because the cloaks turned back to him. "Soldier what is your rank and squadron. And what purpose is there in defying our lords?" the voice was beginning to show some emotion, mostly frustration and anger.
Brent opened his mouth but what came out wasn't what he wanted to say, "Brent Miller. First lieutenant second class, serial number 00000 under the high commander the Deliverer of Fate." He blinked at his own words, the name was right but he hadn't a clue as to the rest of it.
The cloaked figures weren't blinking, "you have clamed a fallen army that has been defied five hundred years ago in an attempt to usurp the thrones. You have named yourself traitor and will be given a public execution before the assembled court."
"What are they saying? There wasn't a court for almost a hundred years before I was locked away. They will probably say something about a proclamation saying that you are to be hanged from the tallest tree and your body taken back for display." Brent didn't like all this talking, he wanted a fight. No actually he wanted food but it had to wait until he beat these cloaks.
"Under the proclamation of the high lady Jasmine, you and this town will be burnt to the ground with everyone in it." it was nice to see the voice in his head wrong but hanging from a tree was better then a town full of digimon roasting because of him. The cloaks began removing their cloaks. Brent took a step back when he saw that they weren't digimon, they where humans in armor. Each set of armor was crafted in a stile matching its weapons and elements.
The man in armor made from smooth tree bark stepped forward while the other five used strips of torn cloak to bind the Lillymon tight. Brent griped his daggers tighter, felling the grip creak as his strength pressed them into his hands. "I will capture you myself while my squad takes these prisoners back." Sure enough the other five armored people started dragging Fay, Alex and the Lillymon and Beezlemon towards the six horses standing calmly near the road out of town.
"They can't fight well but I suppose any fighters are better than none. You wont get past him fast enough to get them back before they are a few miles down the road. Ask him for right of protector. It should work unless these zombies are without any teachings of the proper forms." That voice was very irritating but Brent didn't really want the only digimon he knew carried off.
Brent stepped forward and tossed his daggers into the ground a step ahead of him, "I ask for the right of protector over those you hold." He waited calmly, ready to dive after the daggers again if the man attacked.
All the armored men, and two women by the shaped breastplates, stopped and looked at their wood-plated leader. "I accept your request. The weapons will be swords here within a ring of twenty paces. The loser submits his life in place of those under the call of protected."
Brent gaped at the man, and the voice in his head, "they changed it some. Before it was only the challenged right to chose weapons not the location." The man in silver armor carved with bolts of lightning came forward and offered Brent his sheathed sword. Brent found himself taking it with a nod and strapping it to his belt with practiced motions he had never done before.
In a circle around them the other five began driving daggers and short knifes into the ground and stringing a long gold wire around them all. Leavening Brent and the wooden man inside an inch tall ring twenty feet around. Brent drew the crackling sword and gave the man a flourishing bow that left his sword upright behind his back.
The man gave the same bow and flourish but held his sword before his face. The man struck out first, thrusting in at Brent's heart. Brent stepped away and reversed his grip pulling his sword out before him, swinging the tip down and pushing the thrust away. Brent danced back, his down facing sword moving only to push the wooden sword away from his flesh.
Brent had never liked swords much, preferring a good staff or club in a fight, but he couldn't believe that he diverted every slash and trust while his hand held the sword like a dagger ready to stab. "Focus Brent. That blade is poison a scratch could kill. Then where would I be, stuck on a statue again chatting with your ghost while your body rotted in some shallow grave. Attack. You are almost exhausted and if you don't hurry you are going to fall over and he could take his time carving you to peaces while that poison burned in your veins."
The voice was right Brent was exhausted. He still moved faster then he could understand but he might make a mistake soon. He turned away another blow and spun his hand on the sword hilt, smacking the wooden sword away and slashing out. His sword tore at the wooden armor, scraping away bark as energy blackened the wood underneath.
Brent stepped around a slash and struck out again, his blade snaking down between the plates of armor near the man's shoulder and into flesh beneath. The man shuddered as lightning coursed into his body and blood ran from under his armor and down his side. Brent stepped back parrying a weak slash, he wasn't worried about blood. He had spilt blood before this and it most times it wasn't his.
The man now held his sword in one hand as his other hung limp, "you fight well Brent Miller, First lieutenant second class. But all rebellions end, and this one will end here." The man was back to that deadpan voice again. Brent was tired and hungry but this fool didn't want to quit, why didn't he give up.
As if someone else was moving it Brent saw his sword come up and slash the thrusting wooden blade away before driving forward and sinking into the neck of the man. The man dropped his sword and reached up to his neck, his finger feeling the blade point entering his armor. His eyes opened wide behind his visor of woven leaves, almost as wide as Brent's were, before falling backwards.
Brent saw the man fall back and land with a light thump and then nothing. The man didn't move again he just lay there as blood pooled under his shoulder. Brent was aware of the other armored men and women moving around but he didn't move. He stared down at the dead man, the man he had killed. His hand twitched dropping the sword but he just stared on in horror.
Fay>
Fay couldn't believe what she was seeing. Brent was fighting the leader of the armored humans. Humans! What Alex had been saying a few days ago, these where humans in the royal army. And Brent was fighting them, and doing great.
She watched him fight with the leader in a ring of gold wire looped around dagger hilts. Brent moved with a grace and fluidity that Fay doubted she could copy. His sword flashed in long arks trailing sparks of lighting as he blocked and turned the man's attacks away.
She didn't know how he was moving. "He shouldn't be out of bed." She said to herself.
"He will need a bed after this." Alex had managed to get into a sitting position. "The sprit is filling him and is probably the only way he is moving at all. He will collapse soon and if he doesn't win before that we are all dead." He started over her at the fight and she saw his broken wings flutter around his staff. She winced for him but he showed no reaction to the pain or her face, his attention was only for the fight.
Fay looked back at Brent, just in time to see his sword strike out. The tip sinking into the armor around the man's neck. Her eyes snapped wide and she heard herself gasp. The man fell backwards, landing with a thump and not moving. Her eyes went back to Brent; his face was blank and his eyes wide. The sword fell from his hand.
She watched him until she saw the other armored human moving. She was about to call out when something yanked her tail. She screeched and looked back at the woman in blue armor that was untying her tail from around her hands. She was about to shout at her when she realized what she was going on, the woman was untying her. She looked at the others and saw a man in purple armor was cutting the bonds from Violet's hands wings and feet.
The other three humans where gathering their blades and the golden thread that had been the ring. One took the sheath from Brent's belt and picked up the dropped lightning sword. As soon as her hands where free and the woman let go of her tail she bolted for Brent. He didn't look at her as she slid to a stop beside him, "I'm sorry Brent. If we had fought better you wouldn't have had to kill him. I'm sorry. But, but think of it another way. You just saved us and the entire town." She didn't think Brent heard her as his lips moved, speaking to himself.
He didn't move a hair and she heard steps behind her. She turned around and found Alex and Violet supporting Beezlamon. The five armored men where riding away from town on their horses, leaving the dead mans body behind without a glance.
"He isn't dead." She turned back and saw Brent on his knees beside the man, fumbling with the man's helm.
She walked over and stood on the other side of the mans head, "Brent he is dead. Lying wont change what happened. Now …" Brent found a clasp and the helm pulled away. Showing an old gray-bearded face with high cheekbones and deep eyes. Fay saw the man's nostrils flare and sprang into motion. "Brent carry him to my house. This way. Alex bring Beezlemon. Violet you should go find your class."
She escorted a stumbling precession back to her house. Inside she went to work pulling the man's armor from him and stitching and dressing his wounded shoulder. His neck was unharmed and she didn't see the broken black circle as it shattered to dust. She set Alex to work on cleaning Beezlamon's wounds while she forced herbs down the man's throat. After doing what she could for him she went over to Beezlemon, his back was torn from his bike-wreak before and he had many small punctures wound where the humans had driven splinters under his skin, but other than blood loss he was fine. She was a little concerned with some older wounds he had but they where almost fully healed so she ignored them. She couldn't really do anything because his few wounds that needed stitching might have wood fibers that would need digging out later.
She cornered Alex and began setting his wings, she enjoyed his screams as she straightened the bones and put them between splints. And in turn Alex must have enjoyed hers screams as he helped her put her tail in a plaster cast and stitch and rap her shoulder and side. She looked around the room and saw Beezlemon asleep on the exam bed Alex was beginning to lay facedown on one of the small cots she kept in the corner. She didn't see Brent anywhere. Walking into her living room, with her long tail pointed strait out behind her in its cast, she found him asleep on her sofa.
She pulled a blanket over him and turned to go. She stopped inside her bedroom door and looked back at him. He looked peaceful there asleep with his face calm and hand hanging down to the floor holding the man's wooden sword. She was about to climb into bed when what she saw hit her. She ran back out the living room and tried prying his hand from the sword hilt. After a few moments she gave up and got the sheath from the exam room to put the blade in.
She looked back from her doorway again. Now Brent was hugging the sheathed sword to his chest like it was a stuffed animal. Despite how disturbing it was Fay found herself thinking it was cute. "Good night Brent. Don't let your dreams win." She chuckled at the thought as she closed her door and climbed into bed. Laying so her tail didn't bother her she fell asleep just as the clock in the living room chimed noon.
Narration
From that point on I always had a weapon with me when I slept. Perhaps Fay was right; maybe I didn't want my dreams to win…
Wow chapter three done and not looking to bad. Let me no what you think.
I didn't describe the armor too much because there isn't much to describe. It is basically full plait mail (with the divided kilts for riding of course) with a few simple decals and a general color. The wooden armor was a bit different, only because it was made of wood instead of metal, but basically the same.
Later