Warnings: violence

Pairings: Zhang He x Xiahou Dun

Disclaimer: I don't own dynasty warriors

A/n: Okay so here's the next chapter, I'm really not good at writing battle scenes but I gave it my best shot.

Chapter 2: As the sword comes down

The two generals stood and faced each other in the blood sodden halls of Zhang He's castle. The sounds of clashing metal seemed to dull considerably as they stared on immobilized by some emotion they were afraid to name.

Zhang He moved into his fighting position. Xiahou Dun just stared his eyes a little wide.

"Z-Zhang He," The said man rolled his eyes a little.

"Must we stand here talking? You're already starting to bore me, you came to fight, yes?" Xiahou Dun didn't start with a fighting position he just lunged for the other man, his sword out in front of him. A sigh of relief was emitted from his throat as his sword made only a little contact. He looked down the length of his blade to find blood there. He shuddered.

Zhang He got away with just a scrape on his left side, his reflexes not quite quick enough to carry him away from the full blow of the advancing man. He could already feel his musou working it's way through his veins; his strike claws beginning to get warm under his palms.

The graze was stinging, like a paper cut, but a little bigger; Zhang He winced and resumed his fighting stance.

He ran at the other man, they had only met yesterday; they weren't special to each other, right? Their meeting didn't mean anything. Or did it? As always, that little voice has to come and rain on your parade. Damn that little voice!

Zhang He jolted to the side when a sword threatened to meet his assault.

Zhang He's POV

Xiahou Dun's men were surrounding him, making a protective barrier around their beloved general. They were all holding out weapons that dared me to come and try to take their general. They were so loyal; I cast a glance to my men.

Were my men as loyal as this, would they die for me? Turn their back on me if it meant saving their own lives? Would they protect me from the onslaught of a general if they felt I was in trouble? I scoffed. Doubtful.

I felt so jealous of Xiahou Dun's bond with his men. I charged at them, I suppose blindly, there were more than fifty of them and Xiahou Dun, un doubtfully a skilled general. A general who was probably loyal to his cause and would kill me in an instant if it called for it.

I charged regardless slashing brutally with my claws while keeping an eye on the now bustling unit of soldiers before me.

Xiahou Dun's POV

Why did he charge? Is he unaware of the numbers? The odds are against him regardless. Does he want to die here? What should I do, if I don't fight my men will think I'm defecting but if I do…

The beautiful man stood before me, the sun was setting and it hit him giving him an unearthly glow, like a fallen angel, tattered wings, twice as fragile, twice as beautiful.

His dark eyes seemed to be set alight by the burning marble in the sky. His claws glinted making them seem gentler, the orange glow from the sun bleeding in to the blood that dripped off the end of the sadistic blades.

Despite the blood and the slaughter, the fear that he had just taken out twenty of my men, I couldn't help but smile at him.

I saw one of my men come up behind him with his sword help high, what do I do? Call out? Stay still? Attack and say it was a mistake? I didn't have time to do any as the sword came down.

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Well what did you think? Like I said, I'm not great with battles, but I tried! Thank you for reading!