To Walk

Fighter

I know it may seem like nothing is really happening with Damon's band, but don't worry. I've got more action planned for his team! It'll start happening...hmmm...Next...chapter...? I'm not sure yet. 

Also, I'm too tired to proofread so...deal... XD

Vote, comment, and enjoy! 

RECAP

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DAMON RIVERS' POV

          Candra gave a small, sad smile, red hair waving gently in the light breeze, "And that means we'll share every one of your burdens, and you will most likely share ours in time. We're a close-knit people, no secret is too scarring, and no story is too full of horror for us. You can count on us."

          All the others nodded in agreement. Lydia looked about ready to burst with all the emotions raging through her. As one, the group came closer and began to place their arms and hands on us, wrapping us in a strong hug. A hug overflowing with pain, understanding, and shared scars. Lydia was shaking, eyes closed, soundlessly mouthing 'Thank you' over and over.

          We stayed like that until Jasher spoke up, "I'll make breakfast."

END RECAP

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DAMON RIVERS' POV

          "Sequence Five, Moss! Eight, Stone! Jasher, you're supposed to face the other way. Again! Sequence six, Leaf!"

          I was standing on a small hill of grass near the cave that overlooked a windswept meadow. The sky had a few scattered clouds, and the sun was warm, though a hint in the air warned me of rain. After all, it was nearing the winter season. A small breeze played with my scarf and hair and sent bits of leaves into my team's faces as they followed my instructions, or rather, shouts, "Now I'm only going to do the codes, alright? Good, ready stances for Fire! Fire, Grass, Leaf! Good!"

          I had developed a series of codes that would enable my team to have flawless fighting patterns against opponents. Sequence six, or, Leaf, had my team spread evenly, the sword-wielders on the inside, and archers on the outside. Stone called for the heavy hitters, Roarn and the like, to dive in and start whaling as a few moved back for a breather and for analysis of the battlefield. Every one of these techniques had been carefully scrutinized and were constantly practiced by my followers. 

          All these forms were crucial for our goal. Even if I were cut down, everyone knew 'Stone' would be called at random so parts of the team could withdraw and scan the battle for an opening or an advantage. If a fight started to go badly because an archer was missing, everyone knew which sequences would turn the battle back into their favor. Every move and mock fight was carefully rehearsed to perfection.

          "Stand down! Breaktime!"

          Mason and Jasher immediately sprawled on the ground, I could see their faces were shiny with sweat from where I stood. The rest gathered up their weapons and headed for shade and water. Jasher's wound had been healing slowly, and it was continually stiff. Despite Gad and Candra's protests, I stuck him on the field for a few practice sessions.