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Eclipse of Dusk
By: Hseru
Warnings: Blood, Death, Shounen ai later on 1x2 3x4 5x? (poor Wuffers)
Disclaimer: I own not Gundam Wing, but I do own the world the G-boys traverse. Fear my god power
Chapter 8
Unable to do anything for risk of letting his guard down, Wufei watched in horror as the youth and the elf were swept into the surrounding brush and greenery by the dieing Vlarg's charge.
Heero, however, knew he had the power to stop this as he impaled the Vlarg before him with his sword. The only thing was, was he willing to risk it?
Was that even a question that needed to be asked?
Throwing his sword to the ground, he raised his hands even as another of the beasts raced towards him, spined tail rearing over its head to strike.
Then it screamed as it was suddenly enveloped in flames that burned with an almost holy retribution and an ungodly fury. Golden, these flames were, with a blood red burning center that was hotter than the fires of a volcano.
The same flame danced in the depths of Heero's cobalt blue eyes. With a thought, the Vlarg facing Wufei was also ablaze, and the messy haired soldier turned his fiery gaze on the swords master.
Having seen this before, the dark haired warrior was unfazed, but instead waited only a moment to make sure the perfect soldier had things in control.
"Go after them." Heero all but yelled, and Wufei spared an instant to nod before racing back to where the motionless mage still lie. Making sure he was unhurt, Wufei then plunged into the darkness after the two.
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The dieing Vlarg had continued to fight, and despite their desperate attempts, both the elf and the human stood little chance of striking it down.
In the first assault the beast had made, its actions carrying them into the surrounding trees, Trowa's shoulder got caught between those bone crushing jaws. Luckily, with its life ebbing away, the thing had not the strength left to use such force, but the elf came away with a severely torn shoulder that was rendered useless and bleeding profusely.
Pulling out the short sword he kept on his belt with his good left hand, the elf moved quickly to find the youth while the beast thrashed about and regained its bearings.
Finding the young man not too far off on the ground with a bleeding slash across his side, Trowa knelt next to him, and took hold of him with his good hand to deliver a shake.
"Wake up…now is not the time to be unconscious!" He hissed, pulling the youth into a sitting position as his eyes opened blearily, wincing in pain. It took only the sight of the wounded beast beginning to search for them with its one good eye, however, to snap the boy's focus back to the here and now.
Viscous blood leaking from both the gaping hole in its chest that still had the thick piece of wood jutting from it, and its displaced eye, the Vlarg's damaged gaze landed on them. It lips lifted in a snarl that gave them a clear view of its razor sharp incisors.
"Can you stand…"
"Duo…" The youth filled in.
"Duo?" Trowa whispered, finishing his question.
With a nod, they both slowly got to their feet, the vicious creature's eye never leaving them as they moved.
One hand to his side, Duo stood on his own instead of leaning on the proffered arm the elf lent, as he quickly ascertained that the elf that stood next to him was having trouble simply keeping himself upright, a nasty looking wound the cause for his instability. Plus, if the beast decided to continue its attack, and they needed to fight, the elf held the only weapon within reach.
He would need room to move.
The attack of the beast was not unexpected, but it was so sudden that it still almost caught the both of them off guard.
As the Vlarg launched itself forward, Duo instinctively pushed Trowa away, and used the momentum from the action to jump out of the way himself as the beast's claws raked the air they'd situated only milliseconds before. As it was slow to turn, a burst of adrenaline quickened Trowa's motions and dulled the pain as he slashed the short sword across the creature's backside, the only readily reachable area.
The spiked tail arched towards him, but his elvish reflexes had his sword up just enough to deflect the blow on the razor sharp edge, slicing the poisonous barb off completely, and once more spraying him with the creature's blood. Its head came around, a howl on its lips, teeth bared, and those jaws closed about the elf's arm before he could pull it back again.
Yelling in pain as the teeth shredded skin and muscle, Trowa's world began to grow dark around the edges as the amount of blood he'd lost started having adverse effects. The Vlarg worried him, for all the world like a dog with a bone, but he managed to keep his footing nevertheless. The sword fell from his hand to the ground.
And then Duo was there, the long haired youth grabbing the sword from where it had fallen, and abruptly thrusting it directly through the Vlarg's unprotected neck in one quick, fluid motion. With a last gurgled breath, the Vlarg fell slowly to the ground, taking the seriously injured elf with it. The creature's jaws loosened enough for Duo to pry the elf's arm from their grip, keeping a grimace from his face at the grisly sight.
Trowa's eyes were closed, but he was breathing. A good sign. Not strong enough to lift the elf because of his wounds, despite how light elves where, Duo tore strips from his clothing to wrap about his arm, and pad his shoulder to try and staunch the flow of blood.
That was how Wufei found them not too much later, the long haired youth holding the bleeding elf, with a dead Vlarg impaled by a sword through its neck lying next to them. They'd been carried farther than he'd thought, and he'd cursed the time it had taken to find them.
Kneeling next to them, the youth turned dulled violet eyes to him.
"Hey there...He's hurt bad. I couldn't do anything but try and stop the bleeding. He took on that thing all by himself, and it got him a couple of times. I don't know how bad it is." The boy was rambling, and Wufei could see that he too, was injured, his uncared for wound still bleeding sluggishly.
"Stop..." He said in gentle command, and the youth fell silent.
Guessing that enough time had passed for Heero to finish the job back at the camp, he picked up the elf, and helped the youth to his feet.
"We're going back to camp now. We'll be able to take care of the both of you there." Wufei said slowly, as if talking to a young child. If he wasn't careful, there was a chance that the youth could go into shock.
Nodding absently, the violet eyed young man slowly followed the swords master through the dark forest back the surprisingly long distance to the camp site.
It was a gruesome scene that met their gaze when they entered the fire lit area.
The bodies of both the elvish warriors and Vlarg scattered the ground, many eviscerated and mutilated beyond being able to tell whom or what they were. Three Silver Wolves had been killed, from what they could see, and most of the Vlarg looked to have been charred past recognition.
Heero's handiwork.
Moving forward with the staggering youth behind him, Wufei searched for somewhere to place the elf in his arms. A line of wounded had already been made, and he added Trowa to the end of it, calling one of the only four elves that were still hale enough to move about to look to his severe wounds. He saw Milliardo among the ranks of the wounded, though the lead elf was sitting up and directing the others' actions, one hand about his waist covering his bandaged side. A wince managed to break through his calm exterior every now and again as the dark haired warrior watched.
A steady hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to meet the cobalt eyes of his commander.
Heero glanced over at the wounded, noting Trowa among them, though now he was being treated. His eyes then moved slightly to the left, alighting upon the youth who stood numbly to the side, eyes lidded. He seemed to sway on his feet even as the messy haired soldier watched, complexion paler than it was normally, and a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.
The world seemed to suddenly tilt wildly in Duo's eyes, and the ground came up to meet him as he collapsed.
Leaving Wufei for a moment, Heero moved over to the youth, easily picking him up, and laying him where he could be treated, noting the gash in his side in an off handed sort of way.
Walking back to Wufei, the dark haired warrior eyed him.
"...How many did we lose?" He asked quietly.
"Three elves...three Silver Wolves." Heero replied in a clipped, military manner. "Five severely wounded, and four yet able to stand."
"How many Vlarg attacked, and how many were killed?" He was then asked.
"It was a pack of fifteen." Heero angled his eyes towards the swords master, that same fire glinting for a moment in their cobalt depths. "None of them still live."
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Those poor poor elves....
*sniffles*
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