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Fujishima Kosuke owns AMG and its characters. I own Xerangref and Daisen, Kruss, Kyuss and Shantar (previous statements about using all of them stand).
Warriors of Light
Prologue:
Pain. Horrible, breath taking pain. That was all that he felt.
It was his assignment, along with several others, to prevent anything and everything from happening. However, there was no guarantee that things would turn out alright.
His current condition was proof of that. Several slashes ran along his back and arms. A rather deep gash was easily seen on his left thigh, the result of a slight mistake. The pain was almost too much to bear, but he had to continue and fight on.
Normally, such weak and pitiful demons wouldn't even stand a chance against him, yet their numbers easily looked around that fact. The twelve gods that fought on were outnumbered almost three to one. The worst thing of all, was the fact that no killing was to take place.
The doublet system forbid it for just one side to lose one of its numbers. If a causality were to occur, then both sides would loose someone. No killing was allowed, for everyone feared the doublet system, and rightfully so. He didn't know what the demons though of killing. They probably didn't care.
Instead of fatal blows, the gods would simply try to incapacitate their enemies. An arm or hand being cut off was the worst that could be done. Maim the enemy, so that he may not fight back.
The first day, everything had ended quickly. But since then, the battles had been going on for far longer.
He looked around once more to see that all his comrades had engaged enemy anew. He turned to look at his three opponents. Without warning, two of the three charged. Dodge left, parry right, duck, sidestep, roll and regain footing and wince. Everything was second nature now. He easily made his way back around behind one of the demons, as he was far faster, even in his injured state. With a hard punch and forceful dragging of his weapon, he disarmed one of his opponents. Literally.
Then he quickly moved back so he could see the remaining two threats. One still stood in the background, with no weapons drawn or shown. He quickly came back and began to attack the demon closest to him. Each seemed to anticipate and react according to whatever attack the other could throw at them.
He was still attacking and defending when he finally noticed the demon overextend his sword too far. With a quick duck and defensive maneuver, he pushed the attack away and was about to strike when he felt something sharp hit his back. Followed, quickly, by two more quick stabbing pains.
He turned his head slightly to see that the demon had summoned a bow and a quiver of arrows, and already had his fourth knocked and ready to sail towards the target: him.
He looked back at the demon an arms length away, only to see the demon smiling. With a flurry of motion, he was now staring at the demons from one of the mighty roots of Yggdrasil. He saw the sword come up and stared at the point. His eyes suddenly wandered to the left as he heard a shout. He looked back and saw Daisen desperately trying to break off from his opponents. He also knew why.
He was forced to look at his attacker when the demon started speaking in its demon tongue, which was extremely rough and harsh.
He understood nothing of what it said, but understood it wanted to kill him. He noticed he was correct as the demon drew his sword even higher for a final strike. The sword finally came on its last arch…
Kruss snapped awake and quickly looked around. He noticed he was still in the camp they had set up well over three days ago.
A dream…it had all been a dream.
Kruss lay back down and stared towards the sky. After a few minutes, he stood up and walked over to the little camp fire that was in the center of the camp.
"Something bothering you?"
Kruss turned his head to look over at Daisen. He noticed that his elder companion had a questioning look on his face.
"Nothing, just a bad dream," was the response with a shake of his head.
Daisen nodded and looked at the fire for a few seconds before turning back to Kruss, "Don't stay awake too late. It's not your night shift. We need everyone at full strength for the raid tomorrow."
Kruss nodded and stared into the fire. He felt Daisen slap his shoulder and mutter a goodnight, then heard the footsteps of his comrade slowly becoming softer.
Tomorrow…tomorrow it would all renew again. New experiences, new pleasures and new pains.
Kruss' eyes flashed as he thought of what awaited him at next sunrise.
'Yes…tomorrow…'
With that final thought, Kruss turned back and started to walk to his sleeping area.
A/N: I know I've mentioned side stories with the warrior gods, and this is one of them. It's going to be a bit more dark natured, and probably more violent. It pretty much reflects my current mood.
For those of you wondering why nothing has been posted in a while, it's because I've been busy. Some rather personal things have passed, which, sadly, have now passed, but not in the way most wanted. I've also been fairly busy with other things.
I took this story as an escape, recommended by Duo (aka Thaylien). I didn't want to continue with Destiny's Beginning, as I might write something I didn't want in it.
I won't be around for a week after next Wed, as we're heading out of state for Christmas. But afterward, I may take a light semester due to what has recently passed. More writing in the future is probably a guarantee.
Until then.
