GODS AT THE CENTRE ( EDITING)

CHAPTER XI, VAXES:SONG AND DANCE OF STEEL

Vaxes whirled around in an absolute frenzy.

Meat was drunk, his sharp lips were glistering with blood. He was still thirsty though.

She would feed him more. She tore through the unguarded throat of some Alamarian. She didn't wait to see him splutter and splatter.

She drove Meat into the heart of another, piercing through leather, flesh and all. With a yell, she pulled meat out. Relishing the blood spraying madly as her victim crumbled.

She felt insane, she spun around, dancing wildly, guiding Meat on a bloody path.

She lost track of herself, nothing mattered. Not the men, not the fighting all around her.

She was one with Meat. She was hungry, starving for blood.

She evaded a slash and retaliated with a vicious arc. Meat bit into flesh with a sticky thud. He was pleased too.

An opponent came forward, a bit bulky. He carried a mace. It didn't matter. He was just big meat.

She lunged at him feeling savage. Meat sang as his blood teeth clashed against the mace. She felt the vibration travel up her arm. Thrilling!

Her opponent swung the mace for her head. She darted backwards, feeling the hot air blown by the mace against her face. One touch of that and her brains would be paste.

He swung again, and she dived for his waist, throwing him down.

As swiftly as a cat, she straddled him and drove Meat into him instantly through a space between his armour plates.

She drove Meat in and out of his chest over and over again, insanely yelling as gore painted her face.

Meat's teeth dripped red! She laughed and with more savage blows took his head.

She shot up to her feet, holding the head high like a trophy. She screeched like a harpy at the Alamarians.

Laughter and defiance. Deliriously, she kissed the frozen lips of the head and with a howl threw it into the midst of the approaching Alamarians.

"Come and die, all of you!"

Her men encouraged, rallied around her and clashed into the enemy.

Steel was singing, blood was spilling, arrows were whizzing. Corpses of the enemy littered the ground.

This was the song she had grown up hearing and seeing. It was beautiful.

She turned to the sound of advancing hooves.

She sighed, it would be a shame to kill such a fine horse, black as night, muscled as a bull.

Well, some dammed spearman had killed her horse earlier into the battle. This was pay back for it!

She sidestepped as the rider bearing the Alamarian banner on his spear reared his horse at her.

She stabbed madly for the throat and dashed backwards to entangle herself from the chaos. The horse danced crazed, with Meat deep in its neck.

Blood spilled even more. Its dying neighing almost touched her heart. It threw his rider before collapsing on him.

Vaxes ambled over to the carcass and pulled Meat out.

She flicked the blood off unnecessarily. The rider lay half crushed by his steed's dead weight. His eyes bulged in pain. His lips couldn't form words. He would die but not soon enough.

This was mercy. She drew Meat across his throat, coloring the grass red.

She seized the Alamarian banner and yelled in triumph. Her men accompanied hers with more ecstatic yells.