Chapter Seventy Three
The day started out different. We were at the end of our fourth year of the war. In about a week, it will be five years since the war started.
I liked working with Sherlock. I've worked with everyone by this point, but I liked working with Sherlock the most. He would fight the opponent while I would sneak up and take him out.
Sherlock and I were fighting. He used a sword that he got in The Blind Banker. I used my samurai sword.
Guns were rarely used, nowadays. Everything was hand to hand combat. Swords or knives. We had some people who worked as snipers, but other than that, there wasn't much gun play.
We had people working as archers, as well. It's really awesome seeing Legolas, Hawkeye, Katniss, The Arrow, Robin Hood, Alison Argent, and the Hunters of Artemis and the Apollo kids working together as our team of archers.
Some fandoms still had yet to show up. Like anyone in Merlin, but, that's sort of understandable, what with everyone being dead. You know, with exception to Merlin.
We had great luck to have fighters like Miles and Bass, people from the Revolution fandom. Some of these people were really helpful.
Like what was left of Games of Thrones and The Walking Dead. The people of True Blood. Vikings.
Everyone found ways to be helpful in one way or another. Our chemists made special bombs, things that could harm the other army and leave us standing. Others helped with food, with healing. There were areas that almost everyone could work in.
When it came to the war, however, we were at a stalemate. Yes, we gained the angels and the gods, and for a while it seemed like we were winning.
For a while.
And then, the other side rebounded with so much force we almost collapsed under the weight of it. Something had changed. They all thought together, they knew exactly where everyone else was.
They were perfectly in sync.
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I awoke late. Apparently the battle started early, and I had slept in. I grabbed my sword, (which was right next to my bed) and threw my jacket on. I slept in my clothes (in case of a day like this).
I ran outside. Sherlock was fighting alone, and struggling. I ran over and cut the head off of the demon. His body wobbled and fell, leaving me standing alone.
Sherlock smiled. "Rissa. Took you long enough."
I gave a sad smile. And together, we turned and faced the demons.
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It was amazing the type of stamina you build up after fighting in a war for four years. Especially in hand to hand combat.
It has been three or four hours after I joined the fight that I felt it.
I started feeling…woozy, I guess you could say. I blinked a lot.
Sherlock was fighting a demon. They were evenly matched. He was waiting for me to sneak up behind the demon and take it out.
But I didn't move. I swayed in place. The world was getting darker around me. I kept blinking. I stumbled.
Luckily, it was right into the demon, which helped Sherlock take it out.
He caught me as I collapsed to the ground.
And then the darkness swallowed me.
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Hey guys. I'm soooooooo sorry that this was late. I sort of...fell into depression for a while. Still kind of there, actually...Also, I knew what would happen next, but I wasn't really sure on how to describe it. Anyway, Happy SuperBowl, or whatever.