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For ten years the war had waged, now nearing his fiftieth birthday Matthew was awarded Lieutenant for his actions in battle. The fierce warrior that he had tried to avoid before was now headed towards him, his orders were clear. Forget the army that he commands, strike down the human that leads it.
On the battlefield Matthew awaited, his forces nervous after finding out their foe. At the top of a hill he awaited for the human army to appear. The sound of war drums hit his ears, causing them to twitch slightly. Other than his feline features the demon stood still. His look was different than his pirate days. He removed the loose fitting clothes that were salt stained and opted for a more useful attire in battle. He wore a set of light armor made from what appeared to be bone. The chest plate had multiple ribs crossing over it, the area in between made from a black metal. His hands were covered with gauntlets made of the same substance, the fingers ending in claws more fierce than his natural ones. Skulls adorned his shoulders as pauldrons. He wore chain mail underneath to cover the gaps in his armor. He was defended but allowed freedom of movement. His legs were covered in bracers made of the bone and metal mixture and he wore thick leather boots, a large steel plate over the front of them. The armor was tight fitting and did not alter the look of his size any.
As the opposing army headed into the field he commanded his to wait, calling the archers to ready their bows. After a good bit of the forces were in their range he commanded a fire at will. After the first volley took out a good bit of their forces they were seen scrambling into a defensive position. Matthew charged, his army following suit. He rushed through regiments, cutting down only those that got in his way. Only his most elite of troops mimicked his actions while the others stopped to fight all that they could.
Upon reaching the tree line he saw Kujirro, sitting upon his white steed. The man was a mixture of white and red, looking like a cherry blossom. Around his shoulder hung his weapon, a large spiked chain. Catching the end of it the man slung it down, dismounting. They spoke momentarily, like two gentlemen before a duel. Matthew commented upon his military brilliance and power while the man praised the incubus for his bravery and brazen during his charge to the main camp. His troops headed for Kujirro's bodyguards while he fought the man on his own. He truly was an honorable fighter, commanding his men not to attack Matthew and surrender should he win...as long as Matthew agreed to the same. Nodding in compliance they bowed to one another before the fight.
The fight that ensued earned Matthew his nickname as "The Black Cat" for the unluck that his enemy had in this battle was uncanny. They traded blows for a good half hour before the fight grew even more intense. Upon missing Matthew the many times he began to swing his chain wildly. The end result was the death of a few his troops and the deflection of it by Matthew. His sword was stuck into the ground, through the loop of one of the chains. A quick burst of speed brought him to the man who quickly attempted to fight unarmed. Matthew caught the attack, setting the man off balance. His foot went to the man's head, but the movement sent Kujirro falling, he kick instead connecting with his neck. The loud crunching sound of breaking bones met his ears and the light in the man's eyes dimmed. In his last moments he praised Matthew as a hero worthy of fighting. One of his remaining soldiers, honoring their leader's request, sounded the retreat. Matthew was astounded at the victory that day..one of the few clear ones of the war. He would remember the warrior he feared, fought, and defeated. The man was truly the epitome of all that a warrior should be.
 Matthew Cerveau · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 08:43pm · 0 Comments |
