Tweek x Craig Incan Warfare part 7.

ART STYLE CHANGE SUPER HOMO BEAUTIFUL BOY ANIME STYLE WITH PINK HUE AND SWEAT SPARKLES EVERYWHERE.

A battle field.

Craig is sweating so much he feels the sweat run down his back. He is standing inside a vortex of smoke only him and the elderly grey mustached soldier, wearing a green uniform and a red beret. Around him is a mix of orange and purple signaling smoke inside the open circle they are standing their blows pushing the gas away. He smells tear gas. He's breathing through his nose lessening the effect of the gas. The old soldier he's fighting looks composed. He's not sweating. He's calm like still waters in a lake when the winds not blowing .

Craig is staring at the soldier, he is using his peripheral vision to look at his Incan blade he realizes it's over for him. The blade cant kill anyone anymore. The person would still be gravely injured, but the old warrior standing in front of him. Will not be killed by a hit . His right side of the blade has all its teeth, but he knows the moment he changes grip the soldier is going to jump straight at him thrusting his knife in his face and the other one most probably through his neck.

Craig's thinking "I've always been reckless forgive me Token. Looks like I'm the first one going on, we'll definitely meet again. Tweek... I wanted to feel the warmth of your body again and the smell of your golden hair."

Craig takes position he puts his all into a swing, as he flips the grip on his sword. The old soldier moves he jumps straight at him. As fast as a silver tipped arrow flying, going in for the kill. Craig knows the feeling he's getting. He's felt it many times before, death's hand slowly putting it's grip around his soul starting the pull it down into the underworld. He's accepted death, but still his body is going for the kill. He knows even in battle, the impossible can happen.

The last thing he sees is the face of someone smiling at him. Suddenly the old soldier flies out the circle of smoke, they were fighting in. Craig's sword hits the ground someone stopped it mid swing. He looks down he sees a red boot standing on the flat side of his swords blade.

Unknown person "Craig are you alright?"

Craig thinks "what's going on?" he's laying on the ground on his back he sees a shadow of a person above him.

Unknown person "Craig focus are you alright?"

Craig "Yes."

He answers without thinking.

Unknown person "Do you have your tools in your poncho? Can you replace the teeth in your wooden sword?"

Craig "Yes I have the glue and the teeth."

He's just answering his mind is still numb why am I not dead? Who is this person? He feels droplets of blood falling on his head a bandaged hand touch him on the cheek . He sees the bandages are blue the same color as his poncho.

Unknown person "How long will it take for you to change the teeth?"

Craig "5minutes."

Unknown person "Do that and find Token. There are more soldiers coming. I'll handle this one."

The figure hasn't even finished speaking and the old soldier jumps through the smoke he charging with his knife.

Unknown person "Pathetic."

The figure spins his sword disarming the soldier's first knife it flies off to his side. The soldier is not disturbed goes to change knives.

Unknown person "That's no good with your pathetic technique you'll never touch me. I see you cut my boyfriend. Don't worry I won't kill you. But I'm sending you to the old age home."

He kicks the soldier in the chest. The soldier is not balanced he flies 4 meters but immediately before it seems he going to hit the ground. He pushes one of his hands on the ground, he lands on both feet. Craig's laying on his back he sees this happen he thinks the soldier is going to charge right in. Almost instantly he feels killing intent so strong. It feel like Supay the god of death is coming personally to take him to the underworld. The soldier hesitates he freezes in place. Craig knows those eyes fear! The soldier is scared.

Unknown person "Get your toy. We'll play soon."

The bloodlust is palpable it's almost as if he sees dark flames burning around the figure. The person turns toward him the flames disappear, his heart jumping in his chest it's Tweek!

Tweek "Craig how are you? Can you still fight?"

Craig embraces him he smells his hair he feels as if he is a perverted old man.

Tweek "Craig now's not the time for that. You're bleeding everywhere can you still fight?"

Craig is still holding him he feels the warmth of Tweek. He keeps smelling his hair, shining like gold in the sun.

Tweek "The old man is going to kill me if you don't let go."

Craig rolls upwards and puts his wooden sword in front of him. He grabs his pouch on the inside at the back of his poncho. He takes it out, empties the contents of the pouch. Glass teeth for his wooden sword and the tools and glue to put them in. He uses the cheap pliers he bought at the airport to pull out the broken ones puts in new black obsidian teeth. He had used the green glass before it was better for his fight against Tweek, but against modern body armor they will work much better.

Tweek "Did you get your steak knife?"

Tweek is talking a lot more when he gets angry, his normal personality disappears completely. It's almost as if he is Diego de Almegro again. Tweek analyses the soldiers stance. He thinks even though it been many years since he was Diego. He can't believe this man could have killed anyone with his terrible technique. Tweek leans slightly forwards, he dashes forwards . The soldier lifts up his knives and goes into a boxers stance. Knives pointing downwards, going to punch him and then if he misses he can still cut him on the side. He can also instantly switch grips and go for a thrust. Suddenly Tweek stops. He sees his chance he changes grip flipping his knives in his hand two silver flashes appears in front of him he feels weak. He sees a boot between his legs. The c#nt kicked me in the balls! His knives are stuck in the ground, he must have whacked them downwards when I was changing grips.

Tweek "Listen don't piss me off! This isn't play time. Maybe that kick in the balls has woken you up! If you don't take me seriously. I'm going to butcher you like a piece of meat at the market."

Old Soldier "Sorry, junior maybe I was getting too overconfident. Unlike the blue boy it seems like you fight more intensely. I've got two knives and you have a sword and a dagger that seems hardly fair. You wouldn't mind dropping the sword? I've got a spare knife that would seems more fair don't you think?"

As if a rifles trigger is pulled. He sees a flash, a swords swing coming down aiming to kill him. He instinctively lifts his knives and makes a cross to block it the blow . It is so intense his right foot feels numb, his knee having been forced onto the ground by the power of the blow on his guard. The pressure is still there pushing down. He feels like its the same as if he's trying to keep a car from falling on him. Luckily he redirects the strike it hits his right shoulder in the middle it stops having hit the bone . The blade is retracted so fast it disappears only the pain he feels from the cut reminds him that it was there.

He looks up and see's a young child wearing tight red and green striped pants with knee high red boots, blue bandages on his chest and hands his skin is fair he has blond hair. Looks like any other child but those eyes, the way he stands, the way he is holding those blades and the bloodlust that is almost palpable.

Old soldier is thinking "This might me be my last battle at the end I get to fight two mighty warriors. When I signed up. It was just for some easy money to buy my grandchild her first car. But this adrenalin, it's as if it's my first battle all over again. My bloods rushing all my senses are sharper than my knives. It's like I've woken up from a long dream. But I was trying to get him upset and it worked, but it seems anger fuels him. The blue boy was not suited to fighting me, but with the blond one I'm at a clear disadvantage. The technique he has, would probably take someone their whole life to reach that level. What's worse he says he's going to send me to the old age home. If I was killed by one of them I would feel no shame. The blue one killed half the team and the black Egyptian ghost one the rest. But this boy is definitely vindictive. He'd maim me! I'd probably never walk again and he's upset I hurt the blue one. I'll have to calm him down somehow that even if I lose I can at least die in one piece.

Craig is almost finished changing the teeth he put in more off them than before and has packed them more tightly together. He hears blade clash but is sitting without worrying about guarding himself. It feels like it's the first time in his life that he feels safe. He's always comforting Tweek. But the feeling of Tweek's bloodlust he knows it was aimed at everything except him.

He remembers in the past the soldiers of his clan who faced Tweek. The ones that managed to survive after the battles were always cut to ribbons and maimed and shortly died. It was as if our gods were warning us. When we finally met my entire tribe had been slaughtered and I knew that man had probably killed them. Craig thinks his battle with Tweek. Was already lost before it started but I had to kill him no matter what, or the other tribes would be next. I had cut off his arm. But I thought that a devil like him would only die if I removed the head. I used all of my last strength before dying just to look if I had killed him. Finally he fell and I felt my people were safe.

Craig worries about what's next. He knows the feelings he has and when Tweek was saving him. Tweek's eyes told him everything. But I want me to go back to just when we were in school. I don't want to be a warrior and I definitely don't want Tweek to have that rage in him. I understand why he was so upset earlier. I just feel things will work out. But before we can start again we have this battle. Let me see what's going on, the battle is almost over.

Old Soldier is thinking "This is really bad telling him he could date my granddaughter. Who's still in school if he gave up, made him very mad. Kids these days. But I can hardly hold my left hand close anymore. He started to aim for my tendons he's going to cut them one by one and then probably play with me till I die . The blue one wasn't like this. He'd just kill me but the blond is very vicious. I think even if I surrender now I'll only suffer more. Well I've learned from the blue one, I'm putting everything on the line.

The soldier stops he cant close his left hand the knife drops he goes for the strike.

Tweek "Is that all you have?"

Tweek aims to poke out both eyes of the soldier. He has a sadistic smile on his face. The soldier slips he falls on his right side.

Tweek"Don't worry you won't die right away!"

Tweek feels someone grab him by the waist, he sees the sky go up crash. His head is on the ground.

Tweek"Ow."

Craig"Sorry honey are you back?"

He sees a face staring up from the top it's Craig. Craig kisses him on the forehead. He feels as if there are flowers everywhere, the hatred in his heart is gone.

Craig "Grandpa I think maybe that's enough for now? Come here I'll bandage you."

Old soldier "What am I too useless that you won't even give an honorable death?!"

Craig "I also have a lot to lose. If he goes to the dark side I might lose him. But if you would rather be dissected by him then go ahead."

Old Soldier "I see you have a point but I'm still you're enemy. I wouldn't have stopped, I would've definitely killed you.

Craig "That is true but you're a hired soldier. Why die now and for nothing? There are more soldiers coming and I don't have all day just to fight you. And I heard you telling my boyfriend to date your granddaughter. So don't think I'm not fuming!"

Grandpa "I see well, if you're offering please come here. I don't want to be near him."

Tweek" Craig. No don't!"

Craig "Dont worry Tweek. He knows that if he tries to hold me hostage. You'll stab through me missing my vitals and I'll chop his arms and legs off, in pieces gradually moving from the outside inwards. Then at the end, you'll teach me how to dissect a living person."

They hear knives drop.

Finish.