Silence. That deafening silence that lets you know something terrible is about to happen or has already happened. She could feel the others behind her itching for some action. They were probably drooling, swords drawn as their eager eyes took in their bleak surroundings. In a way it reminded her of home: the emptiness, the darkened skies, the eerie feeling of doom.
Her boots made no sound as she continued to lead the group forward, her senses trained to notice the slightest change in their surroundings, so, unlike the others, she wasn't caught unaware when the repetitive sound of distant gunfire filled the air and the metallic taste of blood rested thickly upon the back of her tongue. The excitement levels of the other four behind her peaked as they came across the blood spattered bodies, their faces frozen in agony, pain and suffering.
She pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head, leaving darkness where her face should have been, her black irises sinking effortlessly into the darkness. Turning, she noticed the others instantly tense as they saw what she had done, their eagerness replaced by a rush of fear. Her eyes surveyed the group before her, these things were meant to be the best and yet they were behaving like amateurs on their first mission.
They were know only as "shadows", their forms solid yet not there, blurry to those who looked upon them as if some artist had only made a vague outline of them and coloured them in, but never bothered to finish. They held weapons of different kinds, ranging from guns to grenades.
When she spoke her voice held no hint to what she was feeling, just an alluringly chilled tone that held them captive as she spoke, while conjuring up images of the cruelty they suffered at the whims of their master.
"Search and destroy. That's all you need to do, search and destroy. It seems we won't be the only ones out there. Do not and I repeat, do not try your hand at facing their leader, Darien is mine, understood? Good, move out."
She'd give them one thing, they moved like the shadows they were, black blurs instantly camouflaging with their surroundings. She continued on her way, making no haste as she advanced towards the battle. She caught her reflection in a pool of blood, her appearance tinged with reds and purples, the image changing with every ripple on the pool's surface. If it was anyone else they'd have thought it was an omen of what was to come, but Night wing was the messenger, the person who sped up a your meeting with death and there was also the fact that she was dead, why should you fear something that has already come to pass?...
Silence. Something wasn't right…… there shouldn't have been silence. As much as he hated to think it he'd rather have heard the pain filled cries of people dying than this silence, because this silence indicated that something terrible was going to come, if it hadn't already. He felt the soothing presence of the others behind him, feeling safe despite the wave upon wave of distress pouring from them as they took in the bodies littered on the floor. He knew their hearts bled for those murdered, just as his did, but he also knew he had a task to do, a task that meant they couldn't linger on the already dead, that they had to focus on the living instead.
Reaching out an arm to the side he halted the group. "Search and help those in need, that's all you need to do. Be vigilant though, as you'll probably have guessed we won't be the only ones out there. Do not, and I repeat, do not engage their leader 'coz I can tell you this now, you will die. Go now and God be with you."
He hadn't turned around to face them as he talked, instead choosing to watch the sparks of gunfire across the darkened skies. Hearing his fellow compatriots leave his side he pulled his hood up over his head, only a few wisps of his raven black hair visible over his midnight blue eyes. The jacket was white and would easily stand out, but he had no worries, he could take care of himself.
He began making his way to the battle ahead of him, his senses going haywire the closer he got to it. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in miniature shards of broken glass, each one providing a clear cut image of the man he was. Signing, he flexed his shoulder blades, feeling the familiar comforting weight of his sword sheath down his back, his sword's golden handle protruding over his shoulder…………………………………………………………………………………...
She watched as her "shadows" engaged themselves in the fray, their different weapons gleaming in the dark. Hunched down behind a pillar, balancing on the balls of her feet, she surveyed the scene, her eyes scanning for her target. A stir in the currents wafting through air alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone anymore and she quickly stood, eyeing the advancing group and wasn't impressed by what she saw.
They had to be worse armatures than her own group as none of them even sensed her presence where she stood, hidden by the shadows. She held her body tense, ready to attack if necessary, but none was needed and she hunched back down while she continued to observe the battle below. It seemed the locals were banding together in their naive hopes of fight the rebels, grabbing all sorts of weapons to help in their survival, yet she knew they were only delaying the inevitable. Her attention was quickly drawn to one man though, his very being seeming to extrude some sort of belief to the rest of the locals and Night wing knew she'd found her man.
He was good looking and quite young, about the age she had been when she died. His sword seemed to whistle through the air, quickly cutting a bloody path through the rebels who seemed to have run out of ammunition for their guns and were instead relying on swords and cross bows, axes and grenades. Just as she was moving to stand she noticed another man join her target, his aura was golden, indicating that this man had immense power and she instantly knew who she was seeing.
Her soulless eyes observed as his head jerked up and he scanned his surroundings, his eyes resting on hers where she knelt in the shadows, tension instantly flooding through him as black clashed with dark blue. Game on……………………………………………………………
This was proving harder than he thought. He stood aside, partly hidden by a crumbling wall as he tended to numerous casualties all the while trying to keep an eye out for his target. He was slightly worried though, he'd sensed the numerous "shadows" sent up from below and he wasn't happy. Especially when it appeared that no one else on his team had. This wasn't good at all. They should have been able to detect their dark presence, no matter that they closely resembled those of the rebels, but they hadn't and that meant that they wouldn't be able to detect Night wing until it was too late.
The numbers of those dieing was rising every second and he felt almost powerless to prevent anymore loss of life. This was the world and despite its beautiful appearance it was full of so much death, especially on large scales, whether they be natural disasters or man made. Bitterly turning back to the task at hand he healed the pregnant woman next to him, turning also to help her husband.
Once done he stood in a fluent movement, eyes scanning the battle until he was drawn to a young man of about 18/ 19 who appeared to be leading the locals fighting back against the rebels. The man possessed an amazing aura: it was perfectly balanced, not swayed either way towards the light or the dark, making him all the more dangerous should the dark get a hold on him. Not that he wasn't already dangerous considering the way his sword was cutting through the rebels like slicing through water.
His footsteps were hurried as he quickly made his way over to this extraordinary man, having no need to draw his sword as the young man seemed to have cleared a path all around him at the cost of the rebels bodies now littered at his feet. Just as he had reached his target he felt the same presence from before on his last mission. His head snapped up and his eyes roamed over the area until they rested on the shadows behind a pillar. There was no doubt as to who this was and he watched apprehensively as the figure stood up from their knelt position. Tension sang through his body as he stared into her eyes, dark blue clashing with black. Game on it seemed……………………………………………………………………………………