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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

Chapter 1: Beginning of the End

Kruss was awaked once again; but this time, it was due to shouting that seemed to be coming from the outer perimeter of the camp.

As soon as he stood, Daisen was immediately by his side telling him to hurry to help in the defense.

The attack had been renewed once more.

It had already been a little over a week, but the time frame didn't seem to matter. The demons would press the attack to try to distract the front lines while a small defense team would try to advance to the junction point with a hacker.

Day after day, the same routine and drills. Day after day, the same stalemate as the outcome.

The fights in themselves were like well played out routines. Deadly, yet beautiful routines.

The main objective was to keep the small party aimed at hacking Yggdrasil at a comfortable distance.

Today seemed no different than any of the other days. Same routine, same fighting, even the same enemy.

The demons would retreat back at the end of each day to rest. And in addition to resting, they would also regenerate.

Although no warrior fought the same opponent twice, it made little difference. Each warrior god could easily see the previous opponents they had faced around them fighting their comrades.

Kruss looked over to see that Daisen had already engaged in close quarters with two demons. He sighed and quickly summoned his battle garb and weapons and ran to help his friends and comrades in arms.

He quickly engaged two demons that appeared near him and began to fight once more. This past week, he had certainly gained enough combat knowledge to know what to predict from the demons.

That was why the demons always changed their advances. If a god fought a particular set of demon attackers, it would be far too easy to counter.

Thus, the continued randomization continued. Along with the continued dance of doom, known as war.

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'Day 10

Front lines. Pointless and continuing.

I was careless. A demon scored a slash down the back side of my right thigh after he countered one of my attacks that was slightly over extended. I still managed to fight off the continuing attack, but the pain was intense.

The slash wasn't light either. It was almost a full 2 inches into the flesh and muscle. I was lucky it didn't strike anything major, lest more permanent damage be done.

No end seems to be in sight.'

'Day 15

Front lines. Still fighting. Boring and pointless repetition that seems to have no place or purpose.

Daisen was injured today. He had Siegbar knocked away and took a cut to the inner side of his left arm by another demon. It was nothing serious, but it still looked painful. He'll be fine by morning.

Things continue to be a struggle, but still, we continue on.

When will this stupid conflict end?'

'Day 20

Front lines. The fighting continued. Same as always. We pushed the demons forces back towards the end of the day, continuing on in the tradition of the constant stalemate.

Today, we had a slight advantage which put the demons away fairly quickly. Council member Thor graced the battlefield with his immense presence today.

Most of the demons took one look at him and either cowered slightly or seemed to pale. Needless to say, things were resolved much more quickly than normal. By midday, we received the reprieve that is normally granted somewhere around dusk.

Startling revelation however, as I saw the three demons in my dream near the back lines of today's assault. They seemed to protect one specific demon. A demon that was slightly hunched over, very dark and had an odd eye color that seemed to be a mixture of red and bright yellow.

If we can somehow take him out of the picture, this small and pointless skirmish will end.'

Kruss seemed to pause and looked over his writing. After a few seconds, he nodded and shut his little booklet. He'd always kept small logs of what he considered important.

In the little booklet, many events and battles had been recorded. Including his first fight solo and first fight with his friends.

Kruss sighed and looked up at the mighty tree. It's blue decadence and radiance was equal to any night sky back on Earth. The only thing that marred the true beauty of the tree was the dark red and black vines that were intertwined within several of the roots.

As Kruss turned back to his night shift, he wondered what the others were doing at that moment.

Perhaps, they were all together enjoying a nice evening at the house. Many evenings stood out in his mind as he thought of it.

The first time he met and fought with Belldandy and her sisters. The order to stay with them. The first real talk he, his friends and Keiichi had had. The night when everyone celebrated Keiichi and Belldandy's engagement.

So many memories over so little time. It was true what they said about the resilience of the human spirit.

It would always shine through and prevail over the greatest challenges.

Kruss nodded to himself. Now, he, too, had to prove his worth. To overcome any and all obstacles that stood in his path.

And that meant getting rid of the demon threat as quickly as possible.

A/N: I suspect this will only be one or two chapters longer. Not many people have read it, but it doesn't matter. This is simply a way to express my feelings.

I had fun over with my family in Arizona, but it ended a few days ago. I think that's why I felt more driven to write something in this side fiction.

See y'all 'round.