The battle was long and hard. Blood shed on both sides. On both sides, the cost was too high. . .
The Captain General stood among his fallen brothers, facing down his adversary alone. He stood as an apex of humanities evolution, towering over any creature among the feeble Tau here, but his adversary was not a feeble Xenos. Shas'O Shaserra, Commander Shadowsun stood against him. She was an instrument of death, contained in an armour of destructive capability. She was a hardened warrior, and an augmented killer. The Commander and the Captain were to face each other. . .
Between them was the foley of this battle; Tau and Custodes lying dead on the ground. . . as the dust cleared, and the siloutes revealed; the rivals faced each other. . .
She took the initiative, leaping into action. As she flew above him, she let out a volley of plasma at the ground below. But he wouldn't get caught in it, he dodged and leapt free of the firing line, raising his Guardian Spear to the heavens, unleashing holy fire. She flew and glided around his oncoming wrath, taking every chance to return fire. This exchange of violence seemed to turn one sided, as the Captain's weapon released its final shot and wouldn't fire any more. With him out of ammunition, she seized the chance, making a strafing run at the human. She flew forward, unleashing fury upon the Captain. While he took each blast, Shadowsun closed the distance, before. . .
With a swift, and precise blow, her jet pack was severed and she was grounded. She was sent crashing to the ground, but she sprang back to her hooves as the Captain charged at her.
She opened fire, her canons at full capacity. The Captain used his weapon to take most of the blast, shielding himself as best as he could as he closed the distance. He slashed at her several times, but she managed to evade his blows. With a slash he managed to sever one of her plasma canons, but at a cost. The heat was enough to melt through the blade of his spear, leaving it as a steel staff with an empty bolter on it.
With a swift kick, she managed to knock him off his feet, and with that his helmet from his head. However, he recovered quickly, taking up his broken weapon and swung to damage her remaining weapon, shattering its casing. She was reduced to fight him in the one type of battle she was ill prepared for. They fought; close quarters. Her battle suit provided her a chance. She managed to disarm him, and they both were reduced to fists. The Captain was unfazed by this change, for he was a warrior of many forms.
They each threw their punches, kicks and jabs. Each refusing to back down, each willing to die for this victory. Their battle left marks on their armours, each dent was a mark upon each other.
She threw her right fist, which he caught. He retaliated, casting his right but she caught it as well. They were locked. He struggled to face her power suit, as her suit strained to compensate for his strength. They were locked, face to face with each other. . . For the longest time, their stalemate held. . . on, and on. . .
Until, she stopped, loosing her grip, and he began to ease his. . . as he looked to her face, to see she was looking into his. . .
In all his life, he never saw a creature staring so intently at him. Not in the sense of a warrior or a creature stalking its prey, but as something else. . . Something she didn't understand. . .
She looked into him as he looked into her. His gaze made her feel. . . Unique. As if she wasn't a component of the empire. Not a tool to be used. His gaze. . . Saw something she never knew was there. . .
Their fists clenched around each other, broke their form. . . And melded together, intertwining with each other. . .
The Battle concluded with each force in withdrawl. The Captain watched as his forces withdrew onto their ships and fled this world, until he was the last man standing. He would gaze out into the maw, and he would hope for a chance to see her once more. . .
She Waited and watched as her caste withdrew, she would gaze out into the destruction they left behind, wishing to see him once more. . .
They would part, each other's scars and marks upon each other. They would think to what had happened before, and wonder. . . On another world, at another time. . . Maybe. . .
