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Post by Lyle on Jul 14, 2008 15:36:44 GMT -5
Yuan Shao was happy to see his one and only officer. This man, though strange in his ways, was not like the others. With prowess he cut the enemy in two and charged on, killing all before him. Yuan Shao knew little of that other than lingering words from soldiers, but still he was proud that the general still carried his banner high, even when his own lord was crushed in defeat and weakness. Shao bowed to him, though remained on his horse which was calmly nurturing itself and making little noises.
"You are my general! Lord Zhang He, you have not a scratch on you, you were here before I even arrived. Men like you are meant to sway the times in their favor... Yet you raise my simple banner still out yonder. This plagues me, and I wondered if other things drew you into the riches of Ye. But I am too cynicle, and you are the finest warrior I've ever heard of.. today we shall both see how our combined mights fair. General He, we charge the enemy, and after the tides of war have swollen for the last time, you will have all the riches in the land that I can provide!" Shao finished for a second and then looked further over to his army. It would be time soon, "Now, you must be ready for battle. I am sorry that we cannot take a break, but the enemy is a large force, we must have an edge on them.."
With that Shao bid his general, which he would forever now call 'General!', farewell. The heat of battle would certainly tear them apart, even if their goal was the same.
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Several minutes later Shao addressed his men. Everyone else was doing it, maybe it gave him extra musou.
"Attention! All of you! Runts and men! ATTENTIONNNN!!!" Shao unified his forces as he eyed them, his steed moving up and down the lines like he was a famous commander. He continued, "Earlier we fought hard yet proved that we are not invincible. There are not as many of us as before, and the great Lu Bu is still a coward.. Our glory was stolen from us by the enemy, the war they fight is not fair..?" Shao paused and then loudly yelled (and probably drew in the surrounding army's attention), "The war they fight is not Fair? These dogs of Zhuo, these men who have nothing other than to turn to than sin, they know nothing[/b] of the war which we fought. I looked upon the lines and saw cowardice, I saw both sides fighting for nothing but the false egos behind them! But when I turned again I saw a raw courage that the enemy could no longer contain."[/color] Shao was ribbing the cowards, who knew who they were, and was further 'unifying' his army.
Before anyone could notice he took in his hand his sheathed sword and raised it high, the Yuan seal beaming in the sun. "Today is a monumentous day. We prove our might by fighting for those who have fallen. We are here today because not the evils of Dong Zhuo, but the evils of man. Assembled together are armies are a tribute to those of the past. Our forefathers, the men and women who drew together so to provide for the future. Could they understand that even a fool could eventually bring their wisdom down?!" Shao finished for a moment and than drew his sword higher in the air.
"Here we are today, upon the mountain, staring at a taller one. It will be a hard climb, many will die and many will be forever doused in blood. I hope you all can find your own personal glory, but remember that we are here to rid the world of Evil, and all else comes second..."
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Post by Zhang Fei on Jul 14, 2008 16:34:33 GMT -5
Zhang Fei looked out at Dong Zhuo's Massive Army.It was quite a sight,but it no longer frightened Zhang Fei and his unit of hardened war dogs.The Green Banners of Shu fluttered in the wind as the allies waited for the fight to begin.
Fei had found a replacement for the horse that he lost against He She It,the horse he was now seated on was excatly the same as his last one.This made Fei a bit more comfortable among his troops who also had common war horses.
Said Troops were all seated upon familiar horses.They held their spears and shields with a professional appearence as they held their position behind Zhang Fei.
To the right of Fei,was his brother Guan Yu.Once Yide noticed Yunchang,he called out to him.
"Hey Brother! I hear that Hua Xiong is gonna fight us on this flank! Heh,he won't stand a chance against us!"
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Post by Curty Burty (Hao Zhao) on Jul 14, 2008 17:30:25 GMT -5
ooc: since i'm unsure what happened to Niu Fu i'll just leave him for now and post straight here
Lu Zhi ignores the fleeing coward Niu Fu, he had wasted enough time on him as it was and couldn't afford to waste any more time on him. Instead he decided it would be a better idea to press on his advance so with his 50 Elite Sword and shield aswell as his 50 Elite Twin Swords. He was simply going to march til he clashed with the enemy soldiers upon He Jins go ahead to march to war. As there was no plans that could be made now it was a straight out all-or-nothing battle in his eyes.
The Swords and Shields troops were infront with the twin swords behind them. Should they encounter enemy troops the Swords and shields would first use their shields to block the enemy attacks and then would hack at the enemy soldiers as soon as they begun to withdraw their blade and quickly defend themselves with the shield if necessary. The Twin swords remain two feet behind them standing infront of Lu Zhi in a defensive stance.
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Post by Cao Pi on Jul 14, 2008 17:45:13 GMT -5
Gongsun Zan trots down his line of men, men bashing spear on shield, working up their allies nearby, giving calls of encouragement to the forces next to them (I don't know EXACTLY where I am, since I don't have an avatar to be placed but I'm sandwiching myself to Zhang Jiao's left).
Zan rides over to Zhang Jiao's line, and stands next to the man.
We shall ride hard, yes?
We shall ride for the Han, or at least for this man's destruction.
I'll lead, you follow.
One last request from Zan. Would Jiao follow it? Who knows.
Zan went back to his men, forming up his line. It transformed from a straight line into a wedge, Zan set into the third row, his 5 most trusted men at the point, he in the middle of the third line creating the true point of the formation, as the first men would die quickly enough.
He stood up in his saddle, and spoke to his men ad those around him.
My old bones have seen many battles in the north, many keeping his realm safe from outsiders. But now, my eyes do betray me, as I see other men, men many of you may know, aiming to fight against us still.
So be it.
We shall fight with them to the end, and end them all with it. No man is more powerful than the emperor!
LET US PROVE THEM THAT!"
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Post by Dark Narrator on Jul 14, 2008 19:29:43 GMT -5
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dN400HbPQOg&feature=related ]------>Allied Army Theme Song<------ [/url][/center] *********************** The allied army formed up in one massive array of flesh and steel, directly across from their now bitter rivals. The forces of Dong Zhuo had drawn first blood in the conflict, during a night raid, that was just one of three battles which would serve as the historical record of what had happened. It was time, for the fourth and final battle. As the soldiers peered across the large battlefield, at their enemy, many wondered if He Jin passed on due to his wound. Although they would be slightly disheartened, should Jin not arrive to command, they were now elite fighters in status. Some had started the war as militia or veterans and now, after many an engagement, they were ready for anything. Surely, if such men had no leadership and were entirely surrounded they may break. However, with a strong man to command them it would be almost impossible to destroy their spirits, let alone defeat them in combat. As if the heavens had sent the allies a sign, from behind the huge front line came the sounds of war drums. The Grand Commander had arrived!! The Zhuo army would start to grow increasingly concerned as the allies roared out in respect to their leader. He Jin was not solely responsible for the allies making it so far, but he was a major factor. Of that, there was no doubt. Still, witnessing the heroics upon the enemy shoreline, when he was incapacitated, as well as the prior naval battle, where he was saved, humbled the Commander greatly. He realized that even without him, the strength and will of the allies, to right the wrongs of Dong Zhuo, could reign supreme and bring peace back to the land. He Jin was brought to the forefront of the allied lines, being helped by two elite soldiers. It looked as if he was in no shape to give battle, but that would not stop him from rallying the troops! "Brave men and women of the alliance!" he stated, looking and nodding in acknowledgment to both Xifeng Yue as well as Zhang He. The two proved that ladies were just as powerful and skilled as men on the battlefield! "I can not express how proud i am that you have made it this far. Many, at the beginning, had doubted the allied army's abilities at working together or their individual cause, if any."He Jin looked around and felt within his heart that they all shared a common goal, whether it was true or not. The brave warriors present had fought this far and prepared to battle yet again. Was it in the name of honor, glory, or peace? It actually mattered little, at this point. "Across this field sits the tyrant, Dong Zhuo, and his group of miscreants. They have murdered the Son of Heaven and sent the land back into the chaos! Were we to sit back and do nothing while innocent people die or while he satiates his thirst for war.........and food?"Jin looked to Zhang Jiao and nodded out of respect. It seemed the enemies could become allies if only the cause were similar. In this case, it was. "Now, i ask you to fight one more time! Would you finish what you have started!?"The army went quiet, thinking of their many reasons for being here and now. "I will rip his fat head off and piss down his neck!!" a soldier yelled out in defiance of the Fat Man. He Jin's facial expression was priceless as he did not know how to respond. Should he scorn the man for interrupting or be proud that he spoke his heart? It seemed the soldiers would give him the required answer. A shock wave, greater than 30 He She It's hitting the ground at the same time, blasted out from the allied lines as a war cry unlike any other was unleashed. If the rebel army was uncertain of the enemy's will to fight, they would be sure now! One soldier, just a normal man, walked forward and turned to face his allies. He Jin just smiled and hobbled behind the front line, his job done. The soldier raised his sword to the heavens and his comrades answered with another thunderous roar. He started to smash his weapon against his shield and soon all were doing the same. The noise echoed out across the battlefield and intensified as the time drew closer to move forward. All of the allied officers looked to their left, then to their right, and took in a deep breath before the inevitable plunge. It was time and the now eerie silence would be the indication. As if time slowed, for only this moment, one could see, feel, each individual soldier before the charge. Some said a quick prayer, their lips moving slowly, while others stood there, expressionless, waiting for the call. From the rear of the army, where the Grand Commander was located, came the order. He Jin's sword moved forward, the sun gleaming off of the blade acting as a beacon of light for his men, before yelling out: "CHARGE!!!"The Zhuo army already started to move as the allies finished up their rally. Both forces began to pick up the pace, from a fast walk, to a jog, to an all out sprint!! ***********************
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Post by Cao Pi on Jul 14, 2008 20:02:44 GMT -5
Gongsun Zan's men were prepared. They had been as long as they were training, their horses and themselves raised from their early years to fight together.
And so they would.
With a raised spear, he let the middle of the formation, He Jin's own men, surge forwards. Others to his right began to move, and he waited slightly behind those to his left. He then kicked his cavalry into motion.
Spears bristled in hate as the horses galloped forwards, the spears set to run through the enemy. Zan banked on the enemy concaving with He Jin's attack, hoping the flanks would bend around slightly towards He Jin, hoping to envelope him. Zan was on the lookout for Zhang Jiao as well, and would hope that the man would move into the pocket Zan's horsemen would make, a move not unlike what they did when flanking Lu Bu earlier.
If not, he would go and find the man himself, and fight alongside, the men owing each other their lives throughout the battle. Zan would not forget that.
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Post by Xiahou Dun on Jul 14, 2008 20:25:18 GMT -5
(Grumbels slightly and changes post)
The signal given and the pent up anxiety of soilders released, this battlefeild was no longer calm. Everybody blitzing toward the man opposite him on the beach head. The allies had over come everything thus far, coming from beyond major set backs this was the end but the result was not yet clear. China's fate rest within this one square mile of beach, there would be no retreat to live another day... for anyone.
Xiahou Dun was giving a signal, his actions were a great signal then any thing else he could do. At the onset he was several meters infront of his own unit, and he couldn't tell but therefore most likely one of the men in the front of the whole allied army.
"Move peons let me see someone who can fight!"
This was most likely a death sentence as the man behind the initial line of peons was Lu Bu, Xiahou Dun knew this but he couldn't just steer away from him with both armies just charging forward. If his lot in life was set across from Lu Bu then he would have to fight Lu Bu.
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Post by Sun Liao on Jul 14, 2008 23:19:45 GMT -5
Sun turns on his horse, as the roaring of He Jin's men cross the battlefield, Sun senses that it is time. Looking at his brave men he knows what is soon to come,
"Men we must fight well, we have the right flank under our care, and I don't plan on giving it up easy."
The cheering grows louder from the center, the blood starts flowing faster in Sun's veins. The rush of battle was over him. He swings his right leg off his horse and jumps off spear in hand, sword on his side. He pats his steed and it gallops away. Sun raises his spear over his head, just then the battlefield grows silent.
Sun can feel his heart beating in his chest, he can taste the anxiety in the air. He looks to his left, and he sees a glint come from the Grand Commander's sword, and he looks back straight at his men.
"I trust you men with my life, you have all fought extremely well, and win or lose, this stand will go down in the histories of China. We will be in stories for ages to come."
Just then there was one cry heard across the lands,
"CHARGE!!!"
Sun begins a fast walk, heart beating, he can feel the battle already, this clash would be the fiercest yet seen. He begins jogging, his breathing getting faster, there would be no mercy for any of the Allies in this battle. He begins running, sweat drips down from his brow, this battle will be the end of Dong Zhuo once and for all. Sun turns his head and simply smiles at his men as he turns back around and begins sprinting.
The Sun family will know honor once again.
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Post by Mr. Zhang He on Jul 14, 2008 23:23:26 GMT -5
As Zhang He heard the order to charge, he turned to his lieutenant. Qu Yi had recovered from his wounds, thanks to the miracle of acupuncture, and nodded as Junyi glanced at him and shouted to his men.
“Ah, so it has begun. Gentlemen, this is the final showdown! Let us show them the true meaning of beauty!” Unlike the confused murmuring from before, Junyi’s men responded with a resounding roar and began their own rumbling charge toward Dong Zhuo’s army, with the so-called Butterfly General and his second at their head. Each claymore wielder was supported by a soldier with a sword and a shield; the former provided the punch while the latter covered the normally vulnerable juggernauts’ blind spots. The armies crashed together in a titanic clash; Junyi had intentionally aimed his charge so that it smashed into the tiny crack in the enemy lines where Dong Zhuo's and Li Ru's units met. Junyi deftly navigated the ensuing melee, dodging spears and delivering precise slashes and kicks to down his foes. Meanwhile, Qu Yi whirled his swords and engaged his enemies, leading his twenty hardened swordsmen and their accompanying claymore elites. While Junyi engaged the enemy lines and kept them focused on the front lines, Qu Yi sought to drive a wedge between Dong Zhuo and Li Ru by focusing on the point where the units met. The two units wouldn't be as coordinated, and could be forced apart by the two score swordsmen. once that was accomplished, they could flank both units' front lines and begin to destroy them.
- Zhang He rallies his men one last time before charging out. Although Junyi is only jogging, his men are sprinting at full speed. Damned lvl. 20 Speed Scroll...
- Qu Yi's all better now. Sticking needles in your skin will do that.
- No, seriously. Don't question it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Zhang He’s Troops: 50 Elite Sword and Shield (10 with Qu Yi) 50 Elite Claymore (10 with Qu Yi)
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Zhu Jun
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The Earth looks better from the stars....
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Post by Zhu Jun on Jul 14, 2008 23:39:38 GMT -5
The order had been given, and the opposing waves of men began to speed toward each other. Each trying to overwhelm the other. Whichever one succeeded in doing so was yet to be seen, and it was anyone's guess as to how the tide of the battle would flow. One thing was certain, though: only one side would be left standing this day, and only one ambitious man would be in control of the land.
Gongwei and Nanrong both urged their steeds forward, swords unsheathed. The experienced generals were prepared to bring death down on any man that chose to oppose them. Their skill and knowledge of battle would be prove to be most lethal, and their enemies would find this out, much to their chagrin. These heroes of the Han would carve their place into history with their blades.
Gongwei hoped to end this hopefully final conflict between the two forces as quickly as possible, for too many men had already died for someone else's selfish cause. Gongwei also wished to meet Dong Zhuo on the battlefield. Long had he wished to put the man in his place, he knew Zhuo feared him, or perhaps even admired him, because Zhu Jun was the only man to openly oppose Dong Zhuo in court and still have his head upon his shoulders. A hero of an empire is indeed something to fear and admire, after all.
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Post by Sun Yuan Ci on Jul 15, 2008 0:06:53 GMT -5
*Sun Yuan Ci sat atop his steed with the Crescent spear in his left hand, the crescent blade swirlng around the enemy army, dawking over upon them as if it were ready to strike. It was at that time that he looked to his left, and could see a large force marching up into ranks. He Jin had arrived, with the main force. Perhaps it was not to be that great a battle, as with the many elite soldiers at the Grand Commanders disposal, it would be over much sooner then Zhiyun had expected. But, of course, this thought was folly. Each army had their shares of surprises to be displayed in the coming moments. Sun Yuan Ci had one himself, that being his true ability with a spear. His eyes went up and down the lines of Dong Zhuo's men. He was looking for something... or someone.*
*However, his search was cut short as he heard the pattering thunder of hundreds of armored footsteps marching in unison. A grin formed upon the spearman's face, as he widened his mouth to set loose a vigorous shout as his horse reared, coming down to four legs to begin a slow trot forward. Captain Shao, at his right flank, followed in unison, and his soldiers followed along as well. It was indeed the Mighty Lu Bu that Zhiyun was looking for, as he believed not that the black tiger was slain. He did not believe that any amount of skilled warriors could bring him down, but he would try himself should the man appear before him. He would look no further. If the gods seeked the amusement of the display between Lu Bu and Sun Yuan Ci, then it mattered not how many soldiers stood between them, they would find eachother on the battlefield and engage in pivotal combat that would make even the gods quake in awe.*
*For now, Yuan Ci would simply fight to end the battle. As the allied army increased speed, as did he. Gradual at first, but Yuan Ci began to advace further and further, with each passing moment more momentum gaining from his mighty stallion. Approaching his enemy, closer and closer, Zhiyun rode with his clok fluttering in the wind, his crane-feathered plume bouncing back with each gallop of the horse. Sun Yuan Ci brandished the Crescent Spear high with his right hand, twirling it with finesse as he drew nearer and nearer to Dong Zhuo's army. In unison, the allied forces rammed into Dong Zhuo's, the charge between the two alone claiming a small percentage of the soldiers' lives. No longer were the armies in a straight line, as now it was severed by the two charges.*
*When contact between armies was made, Zhiyun was still twirling his spear, but soon set it down as a lance, sweeping upward to launch a now lifeless opponent into the air. The armies clashed against eachother like a hurricane gale, spears and swords clattering in protest against each other and their masters' opponents. Shields were raised and splintered. Cries of men who fell and would never find the strength to regain their step filled the air, as silence was taken from those who had already left the battle to other fields where their brothers would be waiting. Zhiyun, still mounted, now spurred his horse up to speed, hacking left and right before launching himself from horseback, now finding himself departed from his allies.*
*Lowering his shoulders, Zhiyun took a moment in a defensive stance, a smile stretched across his face as he now spun out nd ended that with a vicious slash across a soldier's chest, blood spurting from the wound as he followed in that direction, falling to the ground never to move again. Zhiyun spun around, meeting a wall of opponents launching themselve at him. Taking a step back, he parried each incoming attack while finding small openings to strike at them one at a time. As the enemy offensive slowed down, he unleashed a flurry of ferocious attacks upon those who remained. As he completed his carnage upon those who struck against him, he placed one foot behind him, violently throwing his momentum around, holding out the Crescent Spear as it's tassel fw about and the slash broke the soundwave. Bodies laid around Zhiyun in a circle, one that Yuan Ci had fought into. Countless soldiers who had tested the might of the spearman now lay dead, their killer standing above them, whirling his spear around him with force, taunting any soldier around him to step forth and fight. Those around him shared a mix of emotions. Some looked afraid, as this spearman had made killing ranks of soldiers look as easy as walking. Others gritted their teeth with anger, envisioning their advance in their head before striking.*
*More came, and continued to flock to the man who had made a case for being immortal. He had made a case for being a god. Each soldier stepping into the arena of fallen soldiers had joined their comrades with a fatal wound and a forceful decent to the ground, life stripped from them within seconds of entrance. Zhiyun used his spear with brilliance, his stance flawless. He seperated his feet far apart, keeping his body low to the ground. He did not take a step in any direction, simply shifted his shoulders around, as well as slashing his spear, to the direction of any attackers. Zhiyun could not think, he had lost control of his senses. In this carnage, all he could see is his opponents, and his own spear. In this mindset, this rage of his, he could not be bested by any soldier. No, he continued to hack away at the ranks and ranks of soldiers that challenged him, awaiting the man they called the greatest warrior of all time.*
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Xifeng Yue
Second Lieutenant
The Beautiful Devil
Turn the lights off in this place//And she shines just like a star...
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Post by Xifeng Yue on Jul 15, 2008 0:21:53 GMT -5
Xifeng blinked as He Jin made his way to the front line, blinking once before motioning for her men to get into position. The time was now, it seemed... And she and her mean were ready.
As ready as they would ever be.
The Beautiful Devil mounted her horse and moved to on-point, in front of her troops. She reached for her spear and extended it to about her own height, the people around her now roaring as they rallied, the air charged with electricty...
"CHARGE!!!"
"We go!!" She called to her men, brandishing her weapon as she kicked Syto, the mare rearing up in the air for dramatic effect before racing off to catch up with Zhang He. They charged down the front line, their eyes became set on the prize of this battle. They charged across the sand, hoofbeats thundering in an almost impossibly tandem way. They were coming, They were death, This was it.
There would be glory in this fight for not just their officer, but all of the brave one Hundred.
Her men roared as thy moved to engage the enemy, a terrible sound that the weak of heart cowered under. There wold be no mercy from them, not even if the soldiers before them begged for mercy. All would be cut down before their blades!
Xifeng Guided her men to the area between Wang Yuan and Dong Zhuo, playing her part in the all out charge. Others seemed to think along the same lines as her as well, as Zhang He took up the position directly opposite of her. This put her in a periolus position indeed, but these men were willing to do whatever it took to bring the Intolerable Tyrant down, including sacrficing their lives.
The Beautiful Devil smiled as she took down the first enemy; She would just have to meet him in the middle then.
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Post by zhugeliang on Jul 15, 2008 0:47:17 GMT -5
HIs cape blew in the wind. Nothing mattered other than loyalty and strength and of course virtue right now. His men were determined to get some action they are all ready to defend their lord as much as Liu Bei would do the same for them. He heard the word he blinked as he put his arms behind him and went into a sprint straight for the enemy if Guan Yu & Zhang Fei couldnt keep up then that was theri fault.
''You heard him, Lets go lets go!''
As Liu Bei turned slightly towards his troops to rush the enemy. Liu Bei was skilled using both swords so this should be much of a problem for him. He turned back towards the enemy who were rushing aswell. His men had caught up with him. This was it no slacking here otherwise Liu Bei wouldnt hold his honor for this battle. They all trusted him. He treated them as a equal on the battlefield. They all were in support range. This was the time for them to try out some formations & moves he had learned over the years and months.
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Post by Lyle on Jul 15, 2008 1:14:03 GMT -5
The order was given and the tactful Junyi had set forth the scouting party. Even better, the enemy was moving towards the them all.. "Beautiful", as Zhang He would say. The stage was set with all characters behind the curtain and in full dress.
Yuan Shao himself was charging behind the small party that was moving forward to find both Zhuo's power and weakpoints. Surely the fat bastard would rely on Li Ru for this battle, and as Shao had remembered from previous times in the army, Li Ru was a ruthless tactician. There was no man more well equipped to fight an allied army other than that swift, sharp witted scum. Shao even hoped to kill him himself, for he had previous conflicts with the man long ago when all was well in the Empire. Then again, he wanted Zhuo the most. He Jin didn't deserve the scum, no, none did. The Yuan Seal, which was firmly sheathed at his side, would be the only one to deal with the rebelling lord.
Again like before, just behind Shao, was his men. Zhang He was off to the right; but in all his gusto, Benchu made sure to even race the general. Some would look to this and say that Shao was a fool and a madman for thinking of glory so late into the game. His true reasons however lay deep in his previous cowardice; he wanted to make sure that it was understood that he would also be scarred by this conflict, like all those who he now stood with.
"Wicked is one before my blade," whispered the Yuan as he drew his blade and raised it to the front.
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Die, you.... Nope, not today. But your fallen body already tills the soil Still. Your splattering blood enriches the earth.... And that is why I will never die
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Above the skies of this land crowded the souls of the fallen. With bleak white eyes they looked down and became one with the beautiful scene below. Birds twittered gracefully in the soft wind, little creatures remained invisible in the tall grasses and man stood up for what was not just just, but right. It was in fact a special sight, seeing all those young and aging souls running to slaughter one of the other. After it was all over they bodies would be cleared from the field and what was once special would become beautiful. Sadly, between those periods there no longer could just be something amazing. No, one would falter in the many eyes that viewed the spectacle.
One set of eyes belonged to a man who had nothing but a horse and his armour. His hair was frolicking in the wind, though some of it seemed to cling to its previous shape. His chest was covered by a now opening ,regal-looking robe. To his enemy's dismay, they would see that he was in great shape for his age and his service. Under him would be a meager white horse that till but a day earlier was under himself the hand of a bandit. Further the man only had a sword and it looked more like something that one gives to avoid war, rather than see it through... his name Yuan Shao.
Some called him Benchu, others foolish. He was born in a family of Nobility who has served the Han as a both a valued adviser and loyal follower. Until Yuan, all was well. But with the new blood came a distant feel, as though the duty itself was falling to the fog of individuality. Since he was able to think he thought himself empowered with his name and blood, even though the blood wasn't so true. All of those feelings, and Ye's magical way of turning someone into another made him what he is today. A valued officer of a group of men who were too late to stop the weak from empowering the wickedly strong. Nights earlier Shao had pondered this after leaving the Han camp, fearing for his life and his mind. Like many great men who ponder their own evils, he over came them and the question entirely. Filled with duty, he came back and was still there, despite the large numbers and the fact that he was but alone in what he considered his duty.
Yuan Shao collided with the enemy, it all seemed rather climatic though. Quickly however, as he was thrust from his horse he was put into the thick of it all. His men were further behind, and he no Lu Bu. Luckily, Shao did understand how to fight. Before all of this, he had been trained. Hell, before he was a noble even. It was a rigorous process that would become automatic in these tight situations, thankfully. With a roll he drew himself up, pulling an enemy grunt down in the same process. "Hah!" he shouted and whisked his sword forth. One life destroyed and with another he took from a separate life an arm; around him many men stuck their weapons out but could not catch the charging lord. Shao kept on as the sounds around him began to rise, soldiers being surprised that there was already a man this far in their lines. This was insane.
Their eyes would surely however adjust as they found a small army just behind them and also vigorously pushing forward. They'd all seen their famed Shao fall from his horse and were now bounding to rescue him. Lo and behold, he was very alive and currently turning men into twine with the family's sword. Around them armies collied yet the one before Shao seemed rather bleak. Aha, Zhange He and the woman.. what was her name, Xifeng... Shao didn't know that for he hadn't even noticed her yet, but because of his nature, that wouldn't surely change after the battle finally died out.
With a cry to the heavens Shao snapped forth and further implicated his will, "Bastard Zhuo, give Yuan Shao your head!" His blade clanged hard with a larger warrior and Shao was finally pushed off of his assault, but he was not out yet. Like a fighter he came out swinging and took the man down with his fist, only to keep pummeling the menacing creature. A sword reached for his neck but was stopped by an soldier who rebounded the attack and plummeted his own weapon into the enemy. The Yuan army had managed to catch up finally with their lord, and now plagued the enemy like the fiery commander had.
Benchu did not however stop as he picked up another sword and lined himself up with his next opponent. He shrugged off the pain in his left hand, which he'd broken over the big guys face. Pain was for a soft woman later to mend. Another call, he sounded like an angry man poking his head into the darkness, looking for the villain, "Dong Zhuo and his men are cowards, face Yuan Shao if you seek honor!"[/b] Again his right arm leaped ahead and then fell upon a young boy, again, he killed the stupid who fought for evil. Zhuo would pay for this!
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Post by Dark Narrator on Jul 15, 2008 1:18:07 GMT -5
************************ Dong Zhuo watched from atop his raised position, sitting like a glorious Emperor should, high above his lowly servants. He was drinking wine and reading the TV Guide when noticing the commotion from across the battlefield. The allied army was beginning its advance, so Zhuo unleashed his warriors who were all looking back to him for the words. "CRUSH THEM!!"When the command came, it was like a dam breaking and sending forth a tidal wave of destruction. The Veterans moved forward with spear and shield, ready to fight toe to toe with the allied elite. Unfortunately, though they were skilled, they were no match one on one! They would have to counter with more numbers to make up for it. Wang Yun shuttered, as usual, when his lord yelled out the command to attack and he quickly did the same. He waved his hand forward, looking so old as if his arm was going to fall off, and sent his group of infantry forward to engage the enemy. "Now, attack! Bring your Emperor the heads of his enemies! There will be gold rewards for any allied officers slain!" the elder exclaimed, wise to the fact that men will fight hard if money was involved. Still, it was only money and not a good replacement for bravery. ************************ Across the plains, Hua Xiong could hear the war cries from the enemy and it made him grin. Though they had made it this far, the allies had not faced the full power of the Emperor's Imperial Force. Lu Bu had engaged them at the shoreline and showed why he was known as the God of War by taking on 5 or 6 enemy generals at once! If he could defeat 5 than Xiong could kill 3 with ease!! "Ready yourselves!" he barked as the allied lines erupted into one last massive cheer before moving forward. Hua Xiong squeezed his twin swords until his knuckles turned white and when the order to charge came, he urged his men forward. "The time is now, show no mercy!"On the Zhuo right flank, the allied left, the famed general moved foward with his over 400 Veteran Spear and Shields. To his left was Wan Yun and his group of soldiers as well as the main body in the center under Dong Zhuo. The Emperor was not on the front line, of course, but his men were moving up nonetheless. Lu Bu was surely making haste to claim more heads in the battle than Xiong, but not only did the allies have Fengxian to deal with they also had Guo Si and Li Ru along with thousands of men! A most bitter fight would be had on the allied eastern front, but it would be no picnic to the west either. Up ahead, Xiong could see the famed Three Brothers with Liu Bei leading the charge on that side. Surely, the Imperial Uncle had a death wish as he was heading right for Dong Zhuo's dragon! Soldiers screamed louder and louder, expecting the massive collision in the center as both sides charged all out! The sound of clashing bodies and weapons would be disturbing, to say the least. One of Hua Xiong's soldiers threw his spear and it caught an allied soldier in his chest. First blood for the rebels was drawn and it would not be the end. By the time it was over there would be rivers of crimson, trailing the blood down to the beach and into the water. Hua Xiong plowed down an enemy who was engaging one of his men and trampled him. A quick slash to another's face ended his life and that of his comrade after being parried then cut down! He jumped down from his horse and smacked it on the ass with the flat side of his right sword. The beast took off north into his own lines as the infantry continued to move forward. They overlapped the allied lines, so some men would end up trying to flank on the outside edge unless the allies could counter. SHINGThe head of an allied soldier went flying as it was severed from the neck and started to roll. Many would follow! ********************************* The Rebel army charges along the entire front, certainly their eastern and center! Lu Bu commands the western flank and they will be moving as well!
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