Coilsteemer
By: Murasaki
Chapter 8
<body>And so, the following day, X sets out bright and early for Camelot once again,
this time with a fleet of 800 some Darkon within is regime. He sneers at the gates of
Camelot Reborn, hearing the same hissing behind him in almost a deafening roar which
echoed within the valley of Mythal. X likes this deviant, massacre campaign muchly. For
this gave him his 2nd chance to prove his worth to both himself and Jesture. "On my
mark, dark ones, find your locations. The moment you see a Dragon child... kill it.", X
pronounces, looking back to the army of darkness, seeing each head bob up and down in
silent synchrony. He hisses to himself, knowing this should be an almost effortless
fight.
"Ready... Go...", he whispers, hearing his West Commander, Blitzkrieg,
echoing his orders to the opposite side of the field. In a matter of seconds, the dark
shrouded shadows spread mercilessly amongst the land of the Coilsteemers, engulfing it
within their total control. However, they remain totally unseen in nature, even as the
Coilsteemers emerge from within the draw bridge to begin their scouring. Two at a time,
as Jesture had said, and looked almost innocent as the lambs lead themselves to
slaughter. X nodding twice, raising his talons into the air fiercely so that the West Wing,
as he called Blitz' force, knew that the bloodhunt was on it's way. Blitzkrieg caught sight
of the wavering fingers, and emerged, alone, from the docile silence.
Spreading
his wings suddenly, he hovers just above the two Dragon/mortals. Seemingly shocked,
the two turn quickly, drawing their bows from their back and arrows from their quivers,
aiming at the Flying Darkon. Blitzkrieg spins effortlessly from his position back behind
the rock as an arrow is fired in his direction by the Coilsteemer cloaked in gray. A
moment passes by, and X is still behind his rock, watching with his ration of Darkon, his
eyes puzzled over. Still intent on watching the rock, the two Coilsteemer crouch forward
in the still darkness of the dawn, seeing if they aquire any sense of the thing that fell from
the air. "Did I shoot it?", says the gray-coated Coilsteemer. The other, attired in gold,
smirks playfully at his friend, "No way in hell. Did you not see how far you missed it? I
could've done better!". The gray one blinks in protest. "You saying I’m a bad shot?", he
exclaims loudly. As the gold-coated being sets to respond, a loud raven sound spears out
from the darkness of the cavern, followed by a javelin dart. The dart whizzes in all it's
8-foot velocity deep into the chest of the gold Coilsteemer.
His eyes spring open
in wild array, too frizted out to scream or embellish within the pain. He chokes out a
whisper, along with a trail of blood that falls down his lips as he speaks... "Oh hell,
8coil..", crying out to his friend..., "..g..get away.. now..". Sputtering out softly,
8coilsteemer, the knight in gray, shouts loudly in terror, doing as the dying knight told
him, and making his way opposite of the Castle. X sneers loudly, slamming his fist upon
the granite rock before him, cracking it mildly as he uproots from the ground. His wings
slip quickly from his back, finding air quickly as he shouts back to his troop, "Stay here.
If you see anybody else come out of the Castle, raid it.", he nods softly, and goes off after
8coilsteemer. Sadly, one that is on foot cannot outrun a Winged Flightmaster, so X
catches up to him rather effortlessly as 8 rampages straight into a dead end. Along side of
Blitzkrieg, they stand before the captured Coilsteemer with blood tainting their lips.
Without a word, Blitzkrieg darts forward with another, yet shorter version of his javelin
dart. As he reaches the body of the Dragon/mortal, Blitz makes a stab at his mid-section,
only to be countered by a lunging shot of the blade from the Coilsteemer’s own sheath.
"You want some?", 8coilsteemer smirks, "Well, all you had to do was ask!"
He
wields his sword with deadly precision, spinning it sharply into the dart, slicing it in half
as he makes a directed lunge for Blitzkrieg. Stunned, the West Wing Commander falls
back onto the nearest wall to rear from the fatal slash of the knighted one. X, quick to
draw, pulls a simmering sword of gold from his sheath. That in which was bestowed
upon him by the Red Leader when he joined the ranks of the Darkon, having never been
put away un-quenched. The uantumstrike, as he calls it, came slamming down upon the
sword of the Coilsteemer’s, pressing it heavily to the ground as X's eyes blaze with
ferocious intensity. "Die, weakling... and fall to the pits of the damned with only a cry of
my name!", he growls out, bringing his opposite hand around to smash the face of the
knight. He succeeds, followed by a volley of flaming punches and slashes from his talons.
Blitz watches, still semi-stunned, seeing why Red Leader had brought this being,
this 'X' aboard the elite family. X then knocks the Dragon/mortal sprawling, not giving
him time to regenerate, springing upon his chest with a voracious bound. X then flips his
sword upwards, spinning it so that the blade is facing the Dragon, and quickly jamming it
within the body of the Coilsteemer with vile disgust for all it's kind.
"DIE!!!", X
screams out, twisting the blade within his chest, dragging it up his flesh, and out the left
side of his neck. Following his bloody, gruesome display, he continues to butcher the
dying dragon as he places his paws upon either of his separated slabs of flesh, bracing
himself, and splitting it down the crack while 8coil still screams in agony. A bloody,
pasty, fleshy mess flies across both X and Blitzkrieg, shielding his eyes from the spurts
that X drags from the now dead Coilsteemer, almost wondering if it was necessary that
he both kill and dismember the Dragon/mortal, but silences, fearing the same would
become of himself save he speak up now. X looks back to Blitz, nodding as he speaks,
"Send in your fleet. Coax them out of Camelot, and my fleet will be ready to attack with
their weaponry.". Blitzkrieg obeys by turning, nodding to a perched Darkon which sits
upon a tree stump, who turns and shouts to the rest, who all then respond by exploding
from their seats and flying as a craft deep within the body of Camelot Reborn, appearing
as bats as they find their way within.
Knowing that, once inside of Camelot, a
spell is invoked. No pain nor any form of it, counting those among spars, fights, or
disturbances of any kind, absolutely can not
happen. So the Darkons sniff their way into the deeper requelms of the City, the streets
silent except for the low fluttering of their wings. They surf the air valiantly, finding
themselves within each and every house, creating a major ruckus, scaring the
Coilsteemers awake, and suddenly just disappear all together; leaving the whole city the
way it was before anyone even has a chance to scream. The knights scream themselves
awake, thinking it was all a dream until they find messages scrawled out upon their walls,
reading: "Chicken-steamers are wimps, and we shall prove it! Come get us, you cowardly
twits! Darkons shall prevail!", with that, each and every pig-headed, macho, soldier
boy--meaning all of the adults--assemble in full armor. The Silver Force, headed by
Commander Othello Manchest, the White Strike, led by General Phoebos Arknawl, and
the Chrome Defense, ordered by Colonel Arteges Rayrile, all compromising to set
out in war together. "We'll go first, Phoebos, Arteges.", says Commander Othello, and in
that, speed out of the front without so much as a sound. Following, would be Arteges'
Defense to bring up the rear, followed by the White Strike. As they exit, they find
themselves, an army of 700, covered by the Darkon darkness.
Keep in mind, this
is not at all what the Darkons wanted, they had wished it to work out differently.
However, there is still a chance. The armies assemble just outside of the Castle when the
draw bridge shuts, not allowing anyone else back in or out. All is dormant... Silence fills
the area so calmly, you can hear the heartbeat speeding from
within the Dragon/mortal's chests. "Greetings, foul ones.", says a voice which echoes
maliciously within the valley of Camelot. X drops from the largest rock silently to a
crouch, kicking up dust just in front of the Large Army. His blue hair falls before his
face, the Darkon warrior is then succeeded by Blitzkrieg. The army watches silently as
they both then stand, a height of 5' 6" for X and a height of 5'5" for Blitzkrieg. "Look,
Men... Toddlers come to play with us!", shouts Othello mockingly, extending his hand in
the direction of the two boys that stand before them, all of them chuckling and laughing
at the suggestion of Othello. Just as he has his arm out toward X, he turns his head to the
Army behind him. X takes it offensively, drawing his golden blade silently. "I wonder if
they would like to play war with the big guys!", Othello preaches loudly, having the
whole of them snorting and blowing with laughter as suddenly the sound of a blade
twinges the air, followed by a slick cutting of mortal flesh. Othello looks back instantly
in terror to the small boy, X, who stands with his golden blade in his grasp, and upon his
blade is Othello's severed hand. X smiles menacingly, flinging it off onto the ground, and
spitting on it.</body>