Cacos Smp

Chapter 17 - Finale

J: AH FUCK - SHIT - SHIT - SHIT -
John frantically ran across the frozen field, trying his hardest to dodge the swiftly approaching bullets. They flew past his head and shoulders, one just managing to graze his left cheek, and a small amount of blood trickled from it. In the distance he could see one of the trenches his group had made in preparation, and once he was close enough, dived into it. As soon as he did so, he searched his belt for a walkie-talkie and began twisting the dials on it. A cracking sound emitted from it, signifying it was working.
J: JAMES NOW
For a moment, the only noise that could be heard was the sounds of bullets hitting various objects and targets, and the occasional shout from said targets. But then, in the distance, a thunderous noise was heard. Snow flew through the air as the explosions were detonated, and everyone made themselves as small as possible, and hid their heads in their hands.

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It had been roughly three months since Grace's declaration of war, and both sides had been actively preparing for it.
A short period of time after its destruction, Cum City was scavenged and left dry. The citizens brave enough to take part in the upcoming war decided to search through their destroyed and abandoned city, and took whatever resources they were able to recover. Time was spent to form a much smaller - but functioning - society; and then the preparations for the war truly began. Citizens were trained into soldiers capable for battle, and the ones who were not fighting instead created tools to aid the ones who were. Krystel herself joined in with manufacturing weapons, and created a material stronger than steel. She handed out her new invention - later named the white blade due to its appearance - to everyone who had decided to fight on the front lines. No one was brave enough to ask what it was made from however, and it got to a point where no one wanted to know.

Grace had recovered swiftly, and she began training herself once she had reached the point where she could move without being thrust into agony. She practiced her archery, and learned how to use a small hand knife, but her most impressive achievement came through her teleportation training. She forced herself to teleport nonstop for hours on end, which increased both her stamina and distance in the matter.

Fathetopia had also been efficiently preparing for the war. Thanks to James's hard work, Fathetopia had hundreds, maybe even thousands of well trained soldiers, all equipped with both the finest armour and weaponry. John's training under Chad had also proven to be a success, as he was now skilled with hand to hand combat, as well as being able to use many different weapons. Furthermore, John, Chad and James made the decision to move the war to an isolated piece of land on the skirts of L'chadburg. This was due to the fact that James had confirmed there were bombs planted in certain areas there, and if they played their cards right, it could prove as a huge advantage over Grace's army.

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Four hours previously

John stepped back with his sword held in front of him, his breathing heavy. Once he positioned his left foot in a place he found more comfortable, he lept, and steel clashed as Chad attacked John with own weapon. John jolted forwards with his sword, but Chad dodged the attack with ease, and  brought his own down towards John's neck. John just barely dodged, resulting in him rolling on the ground, and frantically pushing himself back to his feet. He turned and blocked yet another attack, and was forced to play on the defensive as Chad attacked relentlessly; each blow being stronger than the last. John tried to escape, but due to the small nature of the room they were in, had nowhere to escape to, and ended up being cornered. He closed his eyes tightly as Chad raised his sword, and struck it down. Although not lethal, having the flat of the sword hit the roof of John's head proved to be mildly painful.

J: God damn it
C: It's a good thing I'm not on the otherside, huh
J: I'd cry if you were
C: You already look like you're about to. Did me beating you for the hundredth time upset you?
J: Oh shut up. I've came close to beating you in the past, or did you conveniently forget about those times?
C: Whether you come close or not means jack in battle. You either win, or you lose - and you'd be dead right now
J: Well it's like you said, it's a good thing you're on our side. At least I don't need to worry about the guy who can kill me so damn easily
Chad smirked and took out a pocket watch from his trousers to inspect it.
C: Right, I think that's enough for today. You know what to do later
J: Yeah yeah, practice techniques and all that
C: Good. You can go now