the army of the gods knights are fighting the demon kings forces. bodies littered the ground and even more piled on. a gods knight swung his sword, using holy energy to extend his blade, slicing in half a member of the demon kings forces and the spell dissolved shortly after. He sees another and charges, his body brimming with holy energy, glowing white. He then strikes but the demon soldier blocks with a fiery shield before attacking with a point blank fireball. as it crashed into him, the holy warrior blocked with his arms and was sent flying back, only needing a second to recover. *chluck* suddenly he saw a swords edge coming out of him, dyed red from his own blood. The explosion was used to propel him into an already waiting trap.
Before the devil bootlicker could think about what to do next he was instantly sent toppling over by a backwards head butt, resulting in a bloody nose and him accidentally pulling the sword out. he flew backwards, hitting a tree and completely flying through it. the other demon warrior was at his face with a sword, boosting it with hellfire, trying to cleave him in two.
The gods knight had to keep using the little energy he had to not die, deflecting dodging and parrying while barely conscious. he saw an opportunity shortly, the demon warrior swinging wildly, was willing to cut anything no matter how small. and he couldn't dodge forever, once the demon underling went for his leg, the holy crusader didn't move or dodge simply thrusting his sword at the neck of his adversary.
as they looked at each other, both had different expressions, the wild demonling choking up blood, his eyes were a mix of discomfort and surprise, his eyes bloodshot.
The holy hero on the other hand was also uncomfortable, with a hole in his chest and most of his left leg missing all he wanted to do was sleep or keel over and die, but if these were to be his final moments, was was going to keep wearing this spiteful smile on his face until he left this life.
even though he had multiple wounds that were killing him,watching the arrogant feind look like a disgruntled child and choke on his blood as the life fades from his eyes,
healed his soul somehow. but realization hit him like a truck. His left leg was done for and he was falling right with this vagrant.
A collapsing onto the body of a dead man it took all of his energy to simply breathe. lifting his eyelids that felt like they were being weighed down by boulders, he scanned his eyes across the battlefield, bearing witness to fighting just as if not even more gruesome than his battle on almost every side.
his vision moved to one knight who had caught a vagrant about to deal a finishing blow to a fellow crusader. once the devil raised his sword high, the knight already was in a swinging motion.
using his hammer that was almost at tall as his body, he twisted his body to the left, swinging the hammer down and flattened his head into a pile of gore, fusing it with his neck and outright blowing up the top half.
on the other hand 3 members of the Demon kings army walked away from a corpse looking for fore people to fight. The body was wearing heavenly attire and was limbless. It was safe to assume what those white figures next to him were.
He couldn't even fully register the brutality as he was drifting off, his heart was slowing down. he also heard footsteps behind him meaning the idiot who got knocked out of the fight was back. as he faced death he suddenly felt a gentle hand touching his face.
it was glowing, reminding him of simpler summer days, of the time before. And the woman who embodied those moments was in front of him, Looking as if she was going to ask if he wanted to sneak away from farm work and sit by the river again.
Her face was perfect until she opened her mouth with a smile. She had a chipped tooth due to her fight with a drunkard trying to do unsavory things in her mothers tavern. You wouldn't feel bad if you'd seen how bad he got it.
as the vagrant lifted up the sword to kill him he quickly felt he needed to get these words his chest "forgive me" he said, teary eyed. she moved closer, embracing him.
the vagrant was shocked at what he could be talking about, but assumed he was begging for his life "if I drink from your skull and the wine tastes good, consider yourself forgiven"
he then plunged his sword down.