Living in Me (Sequel to Not Gonna Die)

|Chapter 25| Armageddon

So I've found a new song by Nickelback called Satellite and it instantly struck me as something Herobrine would say to Anne, which makes me hurt inside (song attached above if you want to feel pain with me)

"A hero faces death for others, with no thought of personal gain or glory."
-Unknown

          The battle had barely begun but already, both sides had suffered huge losses. The air was loud with the din of voices and shouts and feet running and weapons clashing. It was almost impossible for a person to remain unaffected by the chaos but somehow, this was what Aramis achieved. He was an island of calm as he stood firmly in the battlefield, his arms in constant motion as deep blue magic swirled about him, his cloak swishing about his feet as he turned, always in perfect control.

          His left hand swept forward, cutting off the path of a line of black warriors, then continued with a flick to decapitate a creature who had almost taken down a recruit, and in the same motion his right hand came up and he smoothly sidestepped and brought his arm down to swiftly dispose of another enemy before completing the movement in a circle and bringing both hands forward with a twist to send a powerful blast of energy at the approaching line of creatures. His expression was calm, but he was deadly, and all of the allies were immensely glad that he was on their side as they rushed past into the fray.

          Someone else noticed his ability too and, ever alert, Aramis swept his leg around to turn and meet his challenger, who stepped out of the crowd with sword in hand. The man's purple cloak was frayed and tattered and a black skull mask hid his face, save for his two deep brown eyes that were full of hatred.

          "You're cutting down our warriors like they're nothing," the voice behind the mask said. "It's a little embarrassing."

          "I would find it more embarrassing if my dozens of years of practise hadn't paid off," Aramis responded cooly. "Tell me, Dreadlord: Do you always wear a mask?"

          "It unnerves my opponents," Dreadlord said softly. "Makes them an easier kill."

          "Your existence is unnerving me," a new voice said, and General Ty stepped out of the chaos, Ian by his side. "And what I find unnerving, I like to get rid of."

          Dreadlord turned, taking a subtle step back so that all three of the men were in his view. "You will find that awfully difficult," he growled.

          "I'll find that out for myself, thanks," Ian snarled back. "Master Aramis, care to join us?"

          Aramis spun his hands about, his dark blue magic swirling faster around him. "It would be my pleasure."

          In a different part of the battlefield, a duel like this was already raging. Acid had been darting in and out of the clashing armies, two daggers moving like lightning as he cut down any and all opposition, but early on he had picked a fight with the wrong people. Now, he was moving with the frenzy of a caged animal and the anger of a cornered lion as Mitch and Jerome attacked him as one, sword with axe against daggers, green magic lashing out against purple magic which was wielded expertly by Seto, who was moving this way and that to keep out of the range of the weapons, Lord Sparklez from the east watching his back and cutting down any black warrior who came too close.

          Acid ducked under a cut from Mitch and darted inside his range, a dagger slicing across his stomach and Mitch grunted with pain, but Jerome jumped in before Acid could follow up his advantage, his axe humming a deadly song that would have seperated Acid's hand from the rest of him, but the sorcerer had quick reflexes and he darted out of the way, his left hand twirling his dagger a little, to create a stunning green shield that protected him from Seto's most recent attack.