WoF One shots (kinda)

A Battle Against Burn

Coast and his battalion was on the front lines, a wave of SandWings flying their way. They had taken very few casualties in the battle against SkyWings just moments ago. Coast himself only suffered from a forehead scratch that made some blood run down his face. Nothing serious.

"Look lively, boys. We got company," Coast's commanding officer yelled.

"Looks like Burn's with them!" Someone else yelled in fear. Coast turned his attention to the large SandWing leading them. If this other SeaWing was right, they'd have one hell of a battle to deal with.

"Coast," his brother flew up beside him, "you doing ok?" He was worried. Staring into his brother's purple eyes as blood ran down his eye ridge.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, Sand. You doing ok?" He asked back.

"Sure. Nothing I can't handle," he said with a cocky snicker. Sand was always like that, cocky and unwavering. Coast wasn't quite as brave, but he was determined as hell. Stubborn even. He'd fight till every drop of blood was drained from his body.

As the SandWings got closer, it was easy to tell that Burn was indeed among them. Leading her squad to the fight.

Everyone rushed in, hoping to be the one to kill the enemy's queen figure. She was covered in scars yet smiled the whole fight.

Both SeaWings and SandWings were dropping out of the sky one by one, but Burn still stood strong. Someone had to kill her.

Coast noticed his commanding officer being struck down by Burn. NO! Damnit, you son of a-. His train of thought was cut short as Burn lunged for him next, her sword already in motion aiming for his neck.

Coast tried blocking but could never hope to not take a devastating hit from her blood-stained sword. Sand jumped in the way last second to parry her strike. "Sand? Get out of here! I don't wanna see you hurt."

"Well I don't want to see you dead!" He laughed. He parried another strike and countered. He was actually able to hold his own against her! Ha! He may win!

Coast focused on keeping other SandWings away from their fight. Sand was bleeding from multiple places, but so was Burn.

After maybe some five different battles with soldiers, most were down or already preoccupied. Coast turned his full attention to Burn.

He tried rushing in to help. He stopped dead in his tracks before he could get to her. Burn's blade was protruding through Sand's back. "BROTHER!" Coast yelled.

In a final feat of strength, Sand raised his sword above this head. With all of his strength pouring into his arms he yelled and brought the sword down onto Burn's neck.

Sand's sword barely made it an inch into her thick neck before it was stopped. She gritted her teeth in pain, grabbing Sand's sword by the blade then kicking him off of her's.

I won't allow this. I won't let her walk away from this!

Coast dashed forward, screaming in a frenzy. Burn looked surprised at the SeaWing's speed. She blocked his blow, but barely. He kicked her away then darted down to his falling brother.

He raced down to grab him, but he was too far away, he'd never make it in time. Coast kept plummeting anyways, desperate that something would allow him to reach Sand in time.

He was almost there, just a few more feet, but the ground beat him first. Coast threw out his wings to halt himself as his older brother hit the ground. There was no coming back from that. Coast ran up to his brother but he was gone. Coast closed his eyes as tears fell down his dark blue scales.