His father gave the signal for every one to get ready, as the enemy was getting closer with an army of 500 while the fellow mercenaries had 300 men and 60 paid soldiers. Silence roze from the field as no man made a sound and only their stares and the wind whispered to fil that gap of sound, and then... ATTACK !!! Almost a thousand men screamed from the bottom of their heart and bloodthirsty eyes as they all ran to kill the other.
It was a bloody mess, with heads flying, limbs scattered and bodies quickly falling on top of eachother if not by their comrade's side. That was Spine's thoughts, so much preparation, such hard training and many big words just to make him freeze. (OÏ WAKE UP LAD ! We're at war here, if ya stay frozen they'll getcha) a fellow soldier with a red beard said to the kid. O-okay~ he replied out kind warrior, as an enemy made his way to the kid, Spine quickly ran onto him pushing him down, catching his enemy by surprise, and with no hesitation he stabbed him to death, giving himself a bath of blood in the process. Now his hands full in red and his eyes blank from the adrenaline, Spine tried to keep himself calm yet tears rolled down his face as he continued to run and swing his sword to any enemy he sees, his thoughts where only (kill or be killed, yet I can't stop crying from what I'm doing, I'm killing people here and there) and as he said that in his mind.
A giant hammer appeared Infront of him. It was non other than the brute of the enemy force general Fawxsoul, a tall yet chubby man with heavy and strong arms and a giant hammer to splash each fighter's head. I'll crush you little kid ! The general screamed, I AM THE GENERAL FAWXSOUL ! The one and only man in this army capable of taking 5 men at once, yet YOU choose to fight ME !? The giant brute said to the boi, as he started laughing, Spine was barely dodging each swing, and when he blocked his whole body was shaking from the contact of the giant hammer and his giant sword. Then Spine's father came from behind and chopped general's head off since he saw an opening at the helmet of the enemy. The battle was now over as the enemy recede our fellow mercenaries screamed on joy and the young swordsman fought well in the battlefield for as the soldiers congratulated him for it...
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SWORD OF GRIEF
Historical FictionA story inspired by BERSERK, full of sorrow and pain, yet bright at times, as we follow the story of a legendary Swordsman who fought many battles, imotional and physical. But most importantly this story is about finding yourself and realising the...
