Forest Fights

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Swords were clashing, their blades destined to sound in ear-killing screeches, as they
stayed together and let Golden and Emerald eyes meet once more in the battles rage, that
settled itself on this peaceful piece of nature-land.

Surrounded by the narrow accumulations of trees and bushes, that made it nearly
impossible to fight, let alone properly swing their clashing weapons. Roots, which spread its
invisible tendrils, like a virus, over the fields of high grass, that made it so eAsIly deathly to
fall over.

_Eyes on the ground._

Deathly, like the monstrous trees, themselves, as inedible arrows of solid wood constantly
flew out of their voluminous properly. Crowns of leaves, twigs and branches, impossible for
these many fighting soldiers to look through to the Resistance Fighters, that lured inside their
Elements Security and stabbed their sneaky eyes down at the clueless Sword - Wielders.

_Eyes in the sky._

Who, set the Serenity of the once untouched lands of the Forbidden Forest, into an
continuous screeching and clinging Scream. Swords, blades and sabers, that produced this
ear-piercing sounds, but that only their opponents side carry these clattering and _shrieking_
suits of _heavy_ armour, while their own, the Citizens of this serene Wood wore elegant
dresses of light Coats, that made them even more agile, than these slender Sorcerer already
were and swirled them in a near inhuman speed through the swings of swords, ducked and
dodged.

Their clothes, that made their archers in the trees Green Crowns easily and clearly able to
hold them apart from their armoured enemies and like untouchable Heros, that non of the
uncontrollable sharp darts dared to hid them.

But _protected_ them, whilst these emotionless man fell over Roots, the Resistance seemed
to not even be hindered by, were shot by poisonous arrows and their swords met solid
trunks of trees, the Resistance used as their own shield, just like their Leader did now.
As his muscular opponent, a man with gleaming golden eyes, who was the only one not to
carry an armour, but an long coat, alike, relentlessly and wildly swung his angered sword
down at the Smaller, who spun to dodge behind the Security of a tree's trunk.

_Used its short Shield to breathe and rolled himself along its wood back into the battle._

His sword, a Katana, he wielded two of, tight in his gloved right hand and raised, as he
charged at his former friend. Who caught the Adepts _pitiful_ swing with ease with his own
sword. One, nearly as twice as broad as the Leaders Katana, which' thin blade looked nearly
petty on the one of _Vengeous'_ broad cutlass, it fiercely clashed against. Destined to stay
together, just long enough for the different eyes of different men to catch a glimpse of the
other's.

Before the pressure of their blades already pushed them apart again.

Causing them to faintly stumble, but so their adrenalin filled figures to instinctively search for
halt, again, as _Serpine_ hesitated no second to press himself away from the slippy grass,
once more and lunge out at him, again,.