{ For real, fam, this music track was what 100% deadass inspired me to write this. xD } Drop down from the darkness beyond! A heavenly body pierces through the sea of clouds in the later morn of this world. Exceed the speed of sound thricefold! The plummeting piece comes with neither glee nor grievance. If it was not for this gleaming star-forged ensemble garbing well flesh and bone, pain of the grinding gales and the tormenting trauma from this freefall would be crushing.
It, truly a lovely
she, is peach-fleshed Venus with shadow silk tresses and curves befitting a captivating goddess. She has been sent in this faraway marble by dire demand to bring the will of Mars. And bring it, she will with celestial
zest.
Hers. May her advent be timely enough.
Past the vast, hazy, white thicket, her dark blue pearls concealed in an opaque glass-like helm can make sense of the brown canvas below. It seems teeming with quite the ruckus down there. Little springing dots move about signify life. Each is acting out of valor, malice or simply the right to live. Voices growled and bellows come with fear or ferocity. Limbs sway to assert aggression or sustain self-defense. Steel and bone clash. There are thousands of them, these dots. Some already fell. Mangled corpses stomped or piled on without rhythm. This has gone for hours. A conflict long past warm words to resolve. In truth,
this was inevitable.
The shining spot falling down is seen by a warrior who successfully knocks a foe down. Confirm with a crunch of blade down slipping past an opening between bulks of iron. Gurgle away those last breath, fiend! Spill blood, a weak fountain bursting out of such disgusting pair of lips. Rattle away the futility of being defeated until through limbs that can no longer hold a once stab-happy spear.
Free up now stained blade! His eyes are quick but keen upon the anomaly coming down rather fast from the cloudy heavens. The battle around the mindful winner of a brief one-on-one skirmish keeps on raging. Allies around him push back the tide of brutality wielding melon-sized hammers that can break bones with ease or scarlet-soaked swords and spears that can tear through flesh. Humble green eyes are as busy as the rest of this competent sowrdsman. Glee is brewing within. Hope too. The exhausted owner of those stargazers knows what this single glimmering strand still in its descent could mean.
“R-Raido!” shouted an Elven woman with a stern voice towards the gawking fellow. She gives an Orc-like foe with bad teeth a sharp kiss of her boot, leading to its harsh downfall. Downward sword of her own makes love on the throat.
Crunch!“Is that wha... who I think it is?!”It appears she is also seeing what he is seeing.
A short bloke of Dwarfish stature and in heavy armor joins after smashing the head of a snarling combatant who failed to lunge with the intent to kill. Assure that it is down for the count and break that ugly mug with a follow-up smash. He quickly joins the man and the lady Elf in their sudden chat.
“What the hell is that?!”Behind a cloth mask, gray as the rest of the rags he is wearing, concealing his vigorous body. Pruned lips etch away a confident smile.
“C a v a l r y .”A few miles above the battle-busy earth, steel-clad Venus is ready to bring forth a
gospel. In her nerves, it writhes. The itch to partake in this festivity for the fierce. But with
what she brings with her, will there be
any left?
“We better keep our distance before she her descent finally ends,” advised the Grey One to his battle-friends within earshot.
The She-Elf giggles.
“I could not agree more, darling,” she retorted.
Both the She-Elf and the He-Dwarf, also a few others, shout with gusto to alert nearby allies.
“War-Mates! If you value what is left with your lives, fall back! Fall back! The Gospel cometh!”They hope that the message can be passed well enough. To their fortune, allies are paying attention even if busy with the vital task of keeping lethal limb-lashings at bay.
Raido, the Grey One, turns around. He rushes to then use his right shoulder and what might he has in him to give grief towards a large thick-hide behemoth now before him. Never mind that:
leap ahead and smash! It falls down hard and squashes a few dreglings behind it. This makes better passage for his war-mates to be more distant—hopefully so—before the
Cavalry drops. Hearts are pounding. The thrill of what is to come invigorates them, these warriors!
The three battle-bred bipeds are fending off what harm they can while quick on their feet themselves. Lungs are burning, but the sting of each draw to keep nerves and muscles committed to their hasty deed is worth it.
“When was the last you had that darling do this?”“Shy of a decade, maybe. It was glorious though she needed so much work to refine her artistry of this ilk. I have highest hopes that her learning has been sharp.”The He-Dwarf heartily laughs, already drunk from excitement in the details given to him while preoccupied.
“I love me some fireworks! Let Lady Kimiko garnish these putrid planes with glorious Star Fire!”“Agreed! But let us make sure all are within the bosom of safety first. Perhaps better, we should gather as much of our foes within a line where it will hurt them the most.”“Right!” Raido’s friends concurred.
Roar, wild winds. Inside the immaculate steel, the silent lady ponders on a prayer. It is meant to awaken a well-earned
gift from farthest stars. A few seconds after her wordless whisper began, a pearl blaze is surrounding her. Right hand opens. So soon, a red-fabric hilt takes form for her to firmly grasp on. Zoom forth to be revealed an oval crossguard and a moonlight-silver blade that come with the gripped tool. Three pairs of wide pale seraphic wings fashioned from stardusts make themselves known behind her back. They hover and dangle as if slaves to the troublesome tempest.
Minutes had flown by. Raido and the rest are quite confident that much of their allies are away. Hopefully, all of them. The battlefield remains swarmed by many foes. They corral much of them around the massive perimeter of their war-mates. Weapons, limbs and concussive mysticism are used to make sure they stay inside. They are fodders to the
Gospel.
A long loud choir of whistles fill the air. The hasty Venus, now just hundreds of yards above the battlefield, fancies a forward twirl or two—maybe three. The feat is meant for the sake of flaunted grace than it is a practical deed. Let her have a bit of fun. She readies the enchanted blade now held with two hands by the handle. Sword pointed down on the earth below riddled with spilled blood and lifeless corpses. Her breath wafts a bit of her womanly voice.
Dash down with the haste of Mercury! A mighty jolt makes the air crackle with a rich thunderous clap as the speed of sound is broken!
Raido and the rest watch from the foe-fending distance a few miles away. The Grey One cannot help but feel...
proud.
“Hairu, SensΕ no Tenshi.”( Enter, War Angel. )
Kimiko kisses the battlefield floor—down on her right knee, sword driven down inches past the hard earth and pale radiant wings up spread wide. The ground beneath her collapses in a blink of an eye! Her fall fashions a deep crater in a flash with a stretch and depth of a small lake. Nearby foes are knocked away from this devastating drop!
F L A S H ! Within a split second, the nearest star may have just been terrifyingly close for the sight of all to see. The very incandescent glow could gouge their eyes out! Under the first second since her descent, all within a given range succumbs to a hyper-violent pull! Even Raido and the rest gets tugged yards forward into this cosmic vortex.
“Shiiiiiit!” exclaimed the He-Dwarf as he is pulled in for a bit. A few of their allies nearby lend enough of their strength to hold him down as they weigh themselves down as well.
Raido stabs his long sword on the ground to bolt himself in place. Green eyes marvel at the power his prized student is about to unleash. War-mates do their very best not to be victims of this great devouring force. A wide waltz of blazing colors—
blue,
rosy pink,
violet,
white and
yellow—explodes out in cyclonic chaos from the epicenter:
Kimiko herself!Thousands lifted up in the air cry out in their helplessness.
ROAR! A callous choir of a hundred proud dragons gives no room for silence in making the air quake from a thunderous symphony. Storm winds push outward and away to all directions. The effervescent exhibition brings with it...
heavenly harm.
Long zooming and spiraling sashes of lacerating lights spread out—fast-blooming roots they are, going around and through the lifted horde tugged and then expelled to rob them all of footing. Cries become screams of agony as their insides boil. Nerves feel corrosive acid and scorching rivers of the sun. They burn and turn to mere embers as their atoms are denied the right of integrity to make them what lump of a living thing they are. Not worthless. Simply unable to reject the unchallenged will of
cosmic fury Kimiko brought with her.
“I would not want to provoke her ire on a bad day,” complimented the She-Elf. Even she feels a bit of dread though the excitement of seeing divine power in action overshadows it.
Raido simply nods.
The allies keep the enclosing line firm as their foes are incinerated by this swirling storm of celestial scorch. A feat Kimiko can only do every now and then. It may take quite some time before she can perform this.
“Truly divine.” snarled a fellow in a silver helm while slowly clapping.
This single-party audience is on a mountain top further from the rest of the great battlefield. Only a fool would deny that such plains are not woefully under the influence of cosmic judgment let loose by a petite lady in star-forged armor. He is a foe of the War Angel and her allies, this spectator. But he is also a fan of her...
pernicious proverbs.
“To free a fearsome Beast out from such a fair Beauty once too feeble. Good form, Sir Raido. Good form. The Gospel is great. The War Angel herself graces us with her presence. May your strength and fury endure throughout this conflict. Do not disappoint me, Lady Kimiko. Or the nightmares from your past will descend and prey upon you again ever so dearly as they did long ago when you were just... a young tramp.”Perhaps, the spectator has a past with her. A former patron of a service, a sinful and personal one. One she herself took part plenty but with an ever-growing well of regret within.
The winds calmed. Dirt and dust begin to settle. Kimiko is deserving of a deep breath or two. Her vitality feels plundered by this single deed to display such power. Glowing ash fills the ground for miles. The smell of hot iron and steel is everywhere. Weapons and armors were most of the survivors from the heavenly hurricane that only lasted a good minute. There is barely a corpse beyond roasted that can be seen. The fragrance of the fallen and the foul reeks on the plains gifted with a crater spawned from divine wrath.
The battle also begins resumes again with whoever—whatever—is left to do battle on. As long as they can still squirm about, they will fight. The stakes are dire, especially for those who value the lives and freedom of others more than their own. The gents and lady-Elf rise to their feet. Duty is far from down. More foes still live to give grief to allies.
