The Last Colony

Part 56

War reached under the sides of his armor to pull two long black bowie knives out. War's eyes were locked on Sean as he purred out wickedly. "Well now. You might have one fighter among you after all." Mari's scream broke out, but Sean didn't look away from War. Instead, Sean pointed toward Mari and the skeleton horse quickly galloped into position under her. War tapped his blades against his shoulders, watching as Mari fell from the rafter. Kenny screamed, unable to get up as she fell. She managed to land on the skeleton horse, causing the horse to cry out as its back broke. The skeletal horse slowly crumpled to the ground, sending Mari safely across the floor with minor scratches and bruises. War's eyes drifted back to Sean, coolly telling him. "Clever... but pointless." War flipped one of his blades, then threw it at Mari. Mari was still in shock after her fall. She didn't see the blade flying straight toward her back, until the skeleton horse's head jerked up to snatch the blade in its mouth.

War wasn't too surprised, but he clearly wasn't happy with the result. The skeleton horse slowly staggered back up to its feet, its back popping back into place before dropping the blade to the floor. War huffed, facing Sean as he told him curiously. "You can control them too. This will be fun." Sean backed up slowly to lure War out of the barn and away from his friends. War followed, tapping his remaining blade against his armor menacingly as he told him smugly. "You must be really brave... Or really stupid. They wanted to take you alive." Sean smirked a little, blurting out calmly. "You're not taking me alive. So, don't miss." War grinned, chuckling out. "Trust me. I won't." For a minute, they circled each other. Each rotation drawing closer to each other. Sean thought about everything he knew about War. He'd fought his men which meant he had trained them that way. He didn't feel pain and he was great at close combat. He'd never seen War with a weakness. Which meant he had to find it by NOT doing what War expected.

While circling, a familiar voice he hadn't heard in forever whispered over his ear with a giddy chuckle. "Do I smell blood on him?" Sean took a second to smell the morning air. He could smell it. War's leg was bleeding. The smell brought on a strong urge for him to attack him, but a familiar hand slid over his shoulder to hold him back. While in his ear, Anti purred to him sweetly. "Not yet. He wants you to run at him. Make him hunt YOU." It took everything Sean had to stop and stand his ground. War stopped, beckoning to Sean with a devilish smirk. "Come on. Or do I need to tell you what I was going to do to Mark?" Sean's fingers curled into fists and his breathing increased as he bared his bloodstained teeth. Behind him, Anti told him sternly as he gripped his shoulders harder. "Not yet." War chuckled, stating out casually. "I plan to skin him alive. I'll mount his skin as a warning to my Warlords. Then I'll chain his meaty body up and watch as he gets eaten alive. When he's just a wiggling skeleton... I'll bust off his skull and drink a toast to his death from it."

Anti leaned more over his shoulder, telling him in a playfully voice. "Well, he can't do that if we kill him first. Stay focused and do exactly as I say." Sean let out a growl that made War grin. Sean listened to Anti with every bit of control he had, then Anti's hands released him, and Sean dashed forward at War. War raised his hands at the ready, bracing for impact. Just as he reached him, Sean dropped to sweep War's feet out from under him. War was caught off guard by Sean's speed. Just as War was falling, Sean rose up to his feet and kicked War sending him spiraling through the air. Sean dropped into a crouch watching War tumble roughly across the tall grass. War recovered quickly, laughing out darkly. "Finally! A challenge!" War straightened up, starting to walk back toward him. Sean stayed couch, waiting for the one second that War took his eyes off of him. Barely looking to War's horse, his eyes flashed from white to green for a second. War's horse whined at a distance, drawing War's attention.

In that moment, Sean dashed off in a couch through the patch of tall grass. Without shoes, Sean's movements were silent as he slowly crept around War. War huffed to himself, bringing his knife up at the ready as he looked around and blurted out. "Guerilla tactics? Do I scare you that much little mouse?" Beside Sean, Anti held his wrist tightly to keep him calm. Something about the way Anti held him made him feel calm and clear headed. Shoving his hand into the dirt, Sean closed his eyes to keep his flashing eyes from giving him away. Through the dirt, he felt vibrations of a few zombies nearby. The black veins on his body rose up his skin more to his eyes, turning them a solid black as he felt them acknowledge his silent call for their help. He didn't think this would work, but Anti had been confident that if he could stop them... he could call them too. War sank into a crouch himself, sneaking through the tall grass. If he was not careful, War would get the drop on him. Anti told him to be patient though, holding his wrist firmly. Sean felt the vibrations in the dirt and grinned to himself. They were here.