Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible.
Coloring Outside the Lines
By: Imyoshi
A Battle of Wits
A cold wind blew ferociously and relentlessly against General Kimberly's unprotected skin, as she and her special devised unit trudged this forgotten wasteland. The war left had left its mark everywhere, trees withered to nothing, the grass had long since died, and the sky refused to come out. Both sides had few resources to give and even fewer lives to spare. Not all the warriors in her unit had strong hearts. Some are just lowly cadets that no other place to go and call home, just another patch of unfortunate souls who had no choice, but to become soldiers for their kingdom – Kingdom of Possiblipa.
Dark, cold, and without means of communication of the other units, Kim and her group scaled the forsaken wasteland, her arm ever so lasting, gripping the sheath of her blade. At any given moment the enemy could flank and surprise them in a preemptive strike. They had to be prepared for anything was possible.
Kimberly focused her eye, not even the cold blood stains in her malicious red mane could blind her, even as the wind allied against her every step of the way. The light dull armor she wore not holding her heavy steps back at all. A thick collection of cloth wrapped around her arms and a series of bandages covering half her forehead and around an unforeseen injury to have been dealt to her left eye. Her hands were covered in a glove like metal for close combat. And the half missing part of her tunic of armor beside her chest, told a story of a deadly battle.
"General Kimberly! I don't like this, tis too silent in the dead of night." A random knight voiced his thoughts, several nodded in place.
"Keep your guard up! The enemy could be hiding anywhere! We don't have time for your crying." Kim reasoned harshly, "We cannot afford to lose this war no matter the cost, or do you not harbor feelings for your kingdom?"
"Of course I do general! I would give my life to protect the kingdom of –!" The poor soul never felt the arrow pierce his heart. The world around his eyes blackened and he fell... another casualty of needless war.
Kim's unit moved a few steps back, drawing their weapons ready to fight.
"You're a long way away from home aren't you?"
The female general turned her head; her eyes shot daggers at the man in front of her. "General Ronald." Kimberly hissed through her teeth, moving her blade over her chest.
Dressed in light fitting dark armor that wrapped around his shoulders, a pair dark blue one size to big pants styled with patches of silver hanging at the sides, half a helmet ripped in two revealing only one eye, the other shrouded in mystery behind the armor in cold darkness, and a white flowery sword, still unsheathed from his left side. Ronald grinned at the enemy, his unit getting ready to fight a quick and bloody battle. The swordsman readied their blades and his archers re-aimed their bows.
"The one and only at your service... Milady," he bowed lightly, mocking her every sense of the way, and his party snickering through their helmets.
The leader girl's eye glared dangerously, her unit stepping into battle, "I hope you enjoyed your life Sir Ronald, for this battleground will be your grave."
Commander Ronald smirked back, "Funny Miss Kimberly, I was just going to say the same thing."
Kimberly's soldiers charged her linemen of archers and exceptional fighter staying back to allow the infantry to fight first. The woman bawled her fist, tis another cold strategy of war. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. And these soldiers most likely won't live to fight another day.
Ronald and his archer company picked off a few of Kimberly's unit, destroying a few bones in the process. Many however got through and began clashing blades. The sound of steel branching off every hit eluded the battlefield. Blood spilled and lives were lost, but sadly these were the acts of war.
Commander Ronald watched his men fight, live, and then die. And then he watched Kimberly, the hell of a woman stay back with what he guessed a better group of soldiers, waiting to counterattack. His tan eyes narrowed. Where is the fun in that?
"Archers!" Bellowed Ronald in a commanding voice, "Take aim for Kimberly and her special unit, and try not to leave any stragglers will you."
General Kimberly heard his order, and ordered her own unit to move, "Soldiers we march! The sitch, take out Ronald and the rest will follow!" Her men howled lifting up their blades, except for one soldier. This soldier pulled a blade covered in a chain.
The soldier stepped up, his armor darker than the rest, and his dark face not hidden by any helmet. His blade rested in the same height beside Kimberly. She looked at him, beaming with confidence, "Second in Command Wade. We head directly towards Ronald and quickly beat him down."
Wade nodded, "A solid plan Milady!" He studied the battle field, watching as soldier after soldier fall from both sides, but alas right hand man Wade found what he looked for, "General Kimberly Ronald's left flank defenses are down, tis our chance to strike!"
The female General grinned, "You are right knight Wade," Kimberly dashed at amazing speeds right for Ronald, as to her men and Wade in hot pursuit. The archers couldn't hit them and the arrows that came close would be deflected from their swords and shields. The tides of war have turned.
Ronald grimaced through his one visible eye, in a disappointed smirk. A lone shadow figure stepped behind him, grabbing him his armor platted shoulder.
"She's coming Ronald-san." Ronald did not speak, "Do you wish for me and my assassins to make quick work of her and her little display of fighters?"
Ronald raised his hand, "Archers take aim for the soldiers on the battlefield," and he pointed back towards the bigger fight, "Leave General Kimberly and her unit to me and my cohorts. We'll dispatch of them rather quickly."
The arrows stopped for Kimberly, returning back to the poor souls of soldiers, and her unit refused to care for their fortune. The leader women continued to charge right for Ronald, slashing the first opportunity of her sword for his left rear.
The blond man grinned, lifting the hilt of his sword out his sheath, and clashing with General Kimberly's. The stingy sound of steel clashing against one another was music to his ears. And he held his sword in lock position with hers, as he aimed for a direct blow to her temple with his fist.
Through years of battling instincts, Kimberly jumped back, swaying away from his fist, and dodging a major blow to the head. The woman gripped the hilt of her blade firmer, as she looked over to the side to see Wade and her men fight against... soldiers? Soldier dressed in black-gi vest?
"You like them Milady?" She refocused her attention back at Ronald, whipping the blade in the air, "Tis a high group of mercenaries. More dangerous than the common man and even more than the common soldier," he grinned, charging at her in break neck speed, "I do hope your toys don't break too easily."
Kimberly angrily frowned, once again meeting steel and steel together. The swords connected and re-connected over and over again. Small clashes of sparks, escaping with enough force driven behind them and the occasional off hand taunt here and there. She lunged forward aiming right for Ronald's stomach, but the young man flanked to the right and lowered his blade for her head. Reflexively Kimberly raised her armor covered gloves and connected the steel with the helm of her palm. Forcing back Ronald's cold blade as she did. The blond fighter swordsman grinned, fixing his blade within his hands. Even behind half a mask the treacherous smirk burned away at her nerves.
He looked back to see the battle between his men and hers coming close to an end, with the victor still being quite unclear.
"Hehe Milady tis seems the battle is coming to an end," he delved, returning his blade back for Kimberly's. The woman gritted her teeth, pushing his sword back with one hand on her hilt and the other on the steel of her weapon. Ronald leaned in closer, holding his and her blade in place, "Our men can't keep fighting and the battle draws near. The outcome is still anyone's favor."
Kimberly connected her head with his, a desire to win burning in her eyes, "The outcome will be mine Ronald!"
The knight chuckled, staring at her one green orb with his only foreseeable tanned one, "Please Milady, call me... Sir Zorpox."
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"Hey Ron you can't do that!"
Laying both on the living room floor at the hero girl's house, Kim quickly sat up, poking Ron roughly against the chest. She glared at her best friend who sat back up in response to her sudden mood change, making sure not to hit the board between them and its pieces. Their game had suddenly taken a whole new turn of events.
"Do what KP?" He asked, rubbing the sore part on his chest.
Kim crossed her arms, closing her eyes, turning her head away, and pouting an angry lip at her best friend, "Change your name in the middle of the game. That's against the rules!"
The teen blinked, "What rules? We didn't make any rules?" Ron asked throwing his hands up in utter amazement.
The girl refused to open her eyes, as a small blush sneaked attack on her face, "You know... the rules."
Oh, now Ron understood what was going on. He snickered, making Kim open her eyes to see Ron glaring mischievously, "Oh now I see, you're just mad because you are losing!" Ron sighed in victory, "Admit it KP, the Ron man beat you."
Kim's facade broke, and she glared back twice as hard, slamming her fist down onto the soft carpet, "What! What do you mean I'm losing! I'm the one winning!"
Ron touched the board, "Oh really KP? Because last time I checked I still have my Rooks ready to stop anything you do. See! Right there! A Rook ready to take out your Knight."
Kim grimed, "Yea but as soon as you do, my Bishop get's a clear path towards your Queen."
"But so does my King to your Queen," Ron grinned, poking her in the arm, "And what does that leave you with?" Hmph, the blond folded his arms in pride, "Face it Kim, the Ron man has you beat!"
She knocked over a few Chess pieces, "Whatever this game is stupid!" Kim huffed, her sight being blocked by a certain article of clothing falling off her head. She grabbed the item off her head, almost ripping it to shreds, from the mere sight of it, "And why are we wearing these stupid hats?"
Ron felt a piece of his pride hit, "Hey it was supposed to make the game more fun! And you didn't think they were stupid before," the sidekick countered in frustration.
The hero girl scoffed, "Well now they are!" She ripped the paper hat into shreds and grabbed his too, sharing the same fate! The shredded folds of paper slowly fell to the carpet floor, in a gravely silent fall.
The teen leaned over the chest board sadly, picking up his fallen creations. The paper was beyond repair, and some stands slipped through his fingers, "Hey! I spent a lot of time making these!"
Kim grinned evilly, "Well now you can spend a lot of time crying over them!"
Ron threw the paper carelessly, leaning dangerously close to Kim, "Oh you're so gonna get it Kimberly!"
Her grinned widened, "Bring it on Zorpox!"
Ron lunged at Kim... The war had only just begun.
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A/N: Sometimes I think I should just quit writing, because these are the stupid ideas that pop into my head.