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Post by Liu Shan on Jul 19, 2008 21:18:44 GMT -5
Zhang Jiao was glad this was over, watching the men bicker amongst themselves about their own prowess and some even dreaming of how they'd hold their families once again; over-joyed that today was not the last. Thinking of his brothers, the Sage master was caught by a voice; one he had heard many years ago.. The battlefield of the Yellow Turban uprising. Stopping Zhang Jiao turned his head to surprisingly see the eloquent Liu Bei speaking his praises; the white clad warriors held still not wanting to move without their leader. It wasn't too long until Jiao had dismounted his horse to approach this new found friend, beneficial no doubt as whose lands boarded Yun Nan? Liu Bei's.
Looking at the gentle leader the Great Teacher smiled while slightly shaking his head, not willing to take such merrit. "Lord Liu, I'm unworthy of your praise, for it is not I who create the strength; the Heavens.. The unity between soldiers." Jiao placed his hand on Liu Bei's shoulder, a friendly smile; quite surprised that he was acting so informal with one of the men who once wished for his demise. "Once an enemy you and I, Imperial Uncle. I see the gentile spirit that the defenceless see within you, please, use that kindness to help the people of this land. The Heavens do not wish to lose a kind man as yourself." The Heavenly Hand warriors who were watching, had become a little shocked to see their Master suggest that this being had any form of power to create history for himself. So many years ago Zhang Jiao was blurting eloquent slander against Liu Bei, the Heavens opened his eyes once Dong Zhuo had betrayed him. "As the wing of Heaven, call upon me for any help that you may need; as a friend I shall reach out..." Looking behind the Imperial Uncle, Zhang Jiao noticed Zhang Fei and Guan Yu; the infamous brothren of this young man. It was captivating how a fragile being could attract such strength for protection; however, thorns will always grow where a beauty blossoms. But... The close bond they had just reminded him of Bao and Liang, pressumed dead just to secure the life of him. The water gathered within the aging man's eyes as Jiao gazed on them. "Liu Bei, cherish the fraternity you have with those warriors. Many will try to break the chains, but do not strive from the path; for such will cause the most greatest of pain."
So many words rolled from Zhang Jiao's lips, he admired many men today. Yuan Shao, Gongsun Zan and now Liu Bei; the Heavens had Jiao baffled to think what they had planned. The Great Teacher knew enough, it would not be his name made into something illustrious; someone else would take the Dragon throne. Liu Bei? Fragile but with the heart of a common man. Yuan Shao? Arrogant but eyes of the important traditions. Gongsun Zan? Wise and one of Yuan's arrogancy. He Jin? Ill-lead and a futile cause to hold onto the power his sister gave him.... The white warrior? No, his life would come to an end, the heavens have a plan for that; someone craving havoc never lives. Allowing an elongated sigh leave his lips, Zhang Jiao brought his attention back to Liu Bei. "May the Heavens protect you, wrapping their wisdom to shield your heart from the corruption power injects..." Smiling the Great teacher acted strangely, Zhang Jiao embraced Liu Bei; just as a father would to a son... Of course something Jiao would act regularly as all those who follow were considered his children and such would be treated in the correct manner.
"Farewell, Grand Imperial Uncle; until the day you honour my eyes with your presence." Slowly turning the aging Sage moved back to his horse, preparing to take his leave; not wanting to halt his men from seeing their loved ones anymore. Today, Dong Zhuo was not the only one to fall, but the Han, indeed Jiao may have fought beside their banner; this was the foundations of a path that chaos would enjoy... But peace would be the victor.
Mounting the horse, Zhang Jiao got ready to leave; bowing his head to Liu Bei he slowly turned... Wondering if anymore would wish to speak with him...
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Jul 19, 2008 22:36:39 GMT -5
Killing Zone
The Imperial troops were in full retreat it seemed to Zhang Ren. Ren and his men continued to plow through the enemy forces, chasing them down and eliminating them. Ren had no care for the surrendering people. They fell just as easily. Ren was also sure he saw Liu Pi, leading a group of elite lancers, wearing Imperial colors, chasing the Imperial troops down. It would seem as though this were the last battle the allied coalition would fight. How long now until the coalition fell apart, and rival warlords would begin their great rises? Either way, Ren would be in heaven. A mercenaries life thrived upon hardships. Thrived upon war. And in a sense, thrived upon suffering. Now hopefully the warlords would find use of mercs...
KO's: 63
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Post by Ji-Huang Liang on Jul 19, 2008 23:25:19 GMT -5
Ji-Huang Liang sat quietly, now away from the fighting, he had lost a few of his men to one off manuever, and had spent the rest of the battle simply attempting to recover. Seeing the others more than able to take care of it he sighed, looking to his mangled troops in the background before looking to Sen Acare, smirking.
"..Alright Acare...time to go home. ...We've done our job."
"..Right, Liang. ...Let's head home now. ...We'll entrust these troops back to the imperials..and we'll be on our way."
Rearing up on their horses, the Draconic Duo started on a slow walk away from the battle, lingering only in case someone might wish to speak with them at all.
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Post by Dark Narrator on Jul 20, 2008 13:04:10 GMT -5
********************* He Jin walked forward slowly, looking over the carnage between his side of the field and that of the rebels under Dong Zhuo. It was disgusting, seeing so many innocent men being thrown to their deaths like simple pieces of wood into an inferno. The idea was basically the same, to keep ones ambitions alive they would use whatever and whomever at their disposal to make it reality. Though He Jin was not all that different, in his ambition to become Emperor, he was certainly not as tyrannical. “A shame, really” he said, shaking his head as many wounded were yelling out for help. The personal medical staff of the Grand Commander, who now had his arm in a sling with bloodied bandages on his shoulder, moved quickly with support staff to aid any survivors; even the enemy. The war was now over and a Human was a Human. There were no more divisions as the walls between being a Rebel or a Loyalist were now crumbling. No more death was needed on the battlefield today. Well, that was would be for after the judgment was handed down by He Jin onto the captured enemy leader as well as his officers. Unfortunately, Li Ru had escaped and it was unlikely anyone would be lucky enough to get close to the tiger that was Lu Bu in order to detain him. He Jin waved his hands, this way and that way, issuing orders for weapons to be gathered as well as messengers sent to the front for the allied generals to return. Just as he was about to yell out something else to do, he scoffed while seeing his nemesis approach. Jin would have had a smart ass comment for him akin to “Did Zhang He hold your little sword for you during battle?”, but behind the northern lord was a huge….beached whale? The allies were on a river, not the ocean so it was unknown how Hancock, I mean Yuan Shao, would have captured such a beast! At least their lamps would never need any more oil as whale blubber was often used for the fuel. Alas, it was not a whale but instead a giant………hippo? The allies were on a river, in central China, so it was unknown how Nigel Marvin, I mean Yuan Shao, would have captured such a beast! Surely, the allies would be eating well on this night! No! It was not a hippo but instead a large mass of…………Dong Zhuo? A swift kick to the Fat Man’s stomach, by He Jin, made sure he was still alive. Another kick just made sure it was Zhuo and after the ranting following the assault there was no doubt. The emperor was pleading, no demanding, that he be released and that all the allies were put to death. Before anyone could react and beat the man further, He Jin raised his hand to halt them. With his movement was not just the command, but in said hand was a small item of interest. He Jin removed the packaging, quickly peering at the lifelike ass of said item, and jammed it into the Fat Man’s mouth! It was a brand new Zhang He action figure! He Jin had it made them just in case the allies had obtained victory and planned on cornering the market in Asia! Again, it had to be stated that he focused mostly on the figurine of Zhang He as the purple fluttering butterfly accessories and add on bulge, for his front side, were more than the others had. “Benchu, I hate to say this but you have done well today….more so than perhaps even I” He Jin said, jealous that he did not catch Zhuo personally. “However, there was no way you took down this behemoth yourself!”Jin looked around for anyone else, who he assumed was Wei Yan as the warrior had killed almost everything else on the battlefield ranging from small bugs to woodland creatures if they got in the way! The Commander was not aware that is was Zhang Jiao, the very man who had turned the tides of battle at the beginning of the battle. The other generals of Dong Zhuo were brought before He Jin, one at a time, and he would decide their fates soon enough. **********************
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Post by Wei Yan on Jul 20, 2008 15:58:27 GMT -5
By now Wei Yan and Lu Rai had both been calmed and were walking around looking at the allied soldiers. Both men seemed almost lifeless now at the sight of all the fallen. It wasn't long before the regiment the two had been leading made their way over to the men, battered and covered in blodd.
"Rai, send them home..." Yan barely whispered, even his booming voice was gone. Lu Rai just nodded and motioned for all the men to do as they wished. "All this over one man... I must see this man. Come, Lu Rai. Let's take a look at the beast."
The two men made their way over, coming up to the side of He Jin, honestly unknowing of the Allied Commander at all. Not once had they ever set their eyes upon them. Hell, the only reason they knew his name was because of the soldiers, and even a name wouldn't help with picking him out in a crowd.
Finding the commander wasn't one of their worries though as they saw the blob that was Dong Zhuo. Lu Rai covered in his mouth with his forearm, honestly coughing a bit, holding back puke. Wei Yan on the other hand walked right up beside the man and knelt down looking him over. The warrior was impressed by far, that this revolting mass could gain the trust and leadership of men like Hua Xiong and Lu Bu. But yet here he lay, beaten and squirming like a small child in the night.
"Hmph... So this is Dong Zhou, the false emperor. So many men died today for your rule. So many children will never know of their father, for your rule. So many wives will never know of their husbands embrace again, for your rule. All this and still you fight here and now, demanding our heads..." the warrior was still deathly quiet, his voice was full of hurt and pint up rage.
Rai knelt down beside him and place a hand on his shoulder. Yan just shook his head and stared coldly down at the man, if even was still a man. After what felt like an eternity, Wei Yan rose and began to walk away. Lu Rai promptly started to follow. For a moment...
It was as quick as anything the gods could have known of. In a flash, Wei Yan spun, drew his axe and buried it beside the man's head.
"You are unworthy of death on a battlefield..." stated Yan coldly as he glared down at the blob and retrieved his axe. "Come, Rai, we're going to Chang An, I hear there are no battles there now. No warlords claiming greatness. Let us go and rest."
With that, the two warriors made their way over, personally thanking Xiahou Dun, Sun Liao, and Ji-Huang Ling before leaving for Chang An.
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Wei Yan and Lu Rai leave for Chang An.
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Post by Cao Pi on Jul 20, 2008 16:16:15 GMT -5
((wtf))
Gongsun Zan stood next to Dong Zhuo, alongside Yuan Shao and Zhang Jiao, all three havinga hand in taking down the man, and effectively routing the enemy; Gongsun's men created the opening that Jiao and Zan used to chase the man down and trip him up, Yuan Shao using brute force to cleave a path towards the fatass.
Zan watched as Wei Yan, who had barely been near Zhuo, made his way over to him. He was about to bury his axe in his head, when Zan's spear came out, and barred the man's axe from killing Zhuo. Though, it seemed unnecessary to, as the axe landed next to the man's head, not on it.
"Who are you to decide the man's fate? Huh? Youngin's like you... He should be put in prison, not mercilessly killed. He has committed crimes! We would fall into anarchy if we just killed anyone who committed a crime."
Zan watched as Yan took his axe away, leaving Dong Zhuo alive. He would see that the man would be brought to true Justice, not justice on the end of a stick. Zan knelt down, and bound Zhuo's hands, though it was hard, and a good 8 feet of rope was necessary to get it done. He then, with some help of his men, lifted the fat man up, so that he was kneeling.
"This was Zhang Jiao, Yuan Shao, and my doing, Lord He Jin. Do not let pretenders think they had a hand in it."
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Post by Mr Nor on Jul 20, 2008 16:22:36 GMT -5
((Still feel like shit. I need some sleep. I'll fix this post [and make it normal] once I don't feel like my insides are filled with needles.))
Zhou Tai and Zei Fang mounted their horses and congratulated their men, who were ecstatic over achieving their victory against the Fat One. Zhou Tai rode towards He Jin, xongratulating him on leading the army to Victory. "It was an honor to fight for you, He Jin." he said before he thanked his fellow officers. Then, he and Zei Fang rode off towards Wu, where they would rest and recouperate.
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Post by Sun Yuan Ci on Jul 20, 2008 16:53:36 GMT -5
*It was a fine move, all in attendance of this mighty duel were left speechless. Many of them blinked at the wrong moment and did not see the finesse approach by the mighty spearman which had gained him the advantage. Lu Bu was a strong man, and here Sun Yuan Ci used such strength against him. He allowed Lu Bu's strength to take hold of his spear, which had opened a small window of opportunity. This window, despite it's brief appearance, was exploited by the quick bout of Zhiyun's approach. He drew his sword, and lifting himself up to Lu Bu's level, holding his sword to his opponent's neck. As soon as the steel edge of Zhiyun's sword made contact with the flesh of Fengxian's neck, a small wound where the flesh was split opened up from, allowing a thin flow of blood to cascade down his neck.*
*In a position to slay the man, he now could speak. He had nothing but the utmost respect for the tiger before him, yet despised the values of the man. A man who had the talent to change things, yet instead only used it to linger on the chaos. For it was as he said, he believed his only use was as a fighter. As Zhiyun spoke, he noticed Lu Bu's smile growing larger. Sun Yuan Ci lowered his brow as his opponent spat at the ground, taking both his laughter at his own words and the attack upon the dirt as insults. He listened to the words from Fengxian's mouth, where instead of backing down he grew harsher toward his opponent. This had impressed Sun Yuan Ci, who was pondering what Lu Bu had said 'War is all men like us live for, warrior; without it you are NOTHING! You would have no glory unless you had carved it out with your own blade!' He took a moment, before grinning a sinister smile and replying.*
"You are all but completely wrong. You are a mere soldier, who stands next to thousands of men who are of the same worth. How does it make you or me more worthy just because our blade fell more then any others this day? No, Lu Bu, you are incorrect with this. Glory cannot be obtained in the battlefield. Nothing about battles... nothing about war is glorified. Only in a world so damned could a man say that glory is obtained by one's might with a blade. I have seen war first-hand as you have, and I can say that I would rather die where I stand then fight only to fight. Perhaps my prowess in the martial arts and in war may deceive you. I find glory elsewhere. I find glory in obtaining peace. That, Lu Bu, is why I fight. You and I are a dying breed, mighty warriors without equal. But it is the dream that I hold dear that deems me the greater between us."
*Sun Yuan Ci stepped back as Lu Bu challenged him once more. He threw aside his mighty halberd, receiving a questioning glance from his opponent. He readied himself for another approach, as Zhiyun twirled his sword upside down then launched it into the dirt beside him. He brought his hand up to his forehead, releasing the tiger atop his head, tossing it next to his sword. As soon as Lu Bu raised his fists, Zhiyun launched himself forward, sending his right fist toward Fengxian's face. While men across the battlefield had fought and not departed, all would not hear the struggles of two men who remained fighting, now to the bare knuckle, in a fight that seemingly could not end. If there was ever a display of honor through battle, it was displayed here between Lu Bu and Sun Yuan Ci.*
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Post by Mr Alencon on Jul 20, 2008 18:54:13 GMT -5
Now the fight would begin. With blades in their grasp, they fought as professional soldiers, for differing ideals and reasons. Bare fisted, they would fight as true men, for their own pride and self respect. Seeing his opponent step back, and drive his sword down into the dirt below, Lu Bu grinned with a wicked delight, and unsheathed the sword that once fiercely hugged his hips. The sharp metal rang against the scabbard as it was slowly removed, ringing a soft tune into the ears of these warriors. Like Zhiyun, he planted the weapon firmly into the ground, a second ring echoing out from its edges. Then his large hands grasped onto his own helm, sliding it off from his head, to be discarded to the side - it was no longer needed. As a final move, as Sun Yuan Ci spoke, Fengxian continued to grin, and removed the gauntlets from his arms, tossing them aside from their small arena. His fingers flexed in the open air, until both his arms raised up to guard his face, when his hands formed a tight fist; behind them was a sinister grin, and the ever present, deep, penetrating eyes of Zhuo’s finest general. This was the fight he had waited for!
“Come on!” His booming voice called out the first attack, and it came out from Zhiyun in the form of a direct punch towards his face. Bu stepped in with his left foot, and then swung out his left arm to connect with the strike, taking its power into his tensed arms. The blow was powerful, it sent shocks through the warriors body, a brief grimace was quickly masked by a mighty roar. He smacked Sun Yuan Ci’s fist to the left, and, having stepped in close to his opponent, Lu Bu drove his own right fist towards the left side of his opponents abdomen, just under the ribs, hoping to wind him.
This was not all that was in Bu’s arsenal. He was indeed a fighter, and a dirty, brutal one at that. In the same motion as moving forward and driving his punch toward his opponents body, Fengxian swung his head towards Sun Yuan Ci’s in a daring head butt, hoping to use his greater weight, and undoubtedly, his thicker skull, to smash his opponents face. The fight would be one of epic proportions that even the Gods would witness - but its honour was walking on a tightrope, soon to fall at the slightest discrepancy.
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Post by Sun Yuan Ci on Jul 21, 2008 13:01:23 GMT -5
*There will always be a fight at hand. Be it two soldiers fighting to the bitter end, as Sun Yuan Ci and Lu Bu were only moments prior, or as warriors fighting on only to extend the euphoria they were now endulged in. Despite the strength of such warriors outweighing any others, there would always be a fight. In such a case as this, these warriors found themselves in the greatest fight they had ever been in. Both had slain a hundred men or more with one weapon, but here and now, they tossed their weapons aside and fought with the bare fists. Because when one finds himself(or herself) in a moment that happens once a lifetime as this, they would have to hold onto each straying second. They would have to freeze it, and own it. For warriors such as Zhiyun and Fengxian considered these moments golden.*
*Perhaps it was a display of their never-ending loyalty to their values. Perhaps it was a never-ending display of their might. Perhaps, perhaps not. But one thing it was, truly was in every aspect, was two beings fighing and fighting, once in a duel and now with bare fists, fighting in a battle that they knew would soon end, but could never allow it to pass. Each strike, each bout passed, they would continue to fight, continue to drag the battle on. Sooner or later, it would end, but until that moment was utterly forced upon them, Sun Yuan Ci and Lu Bu would fight through the phases of the moon.*
*Zhiyun fell slightly forward, the blow from Lu Bu taking the air out of him. He crouched his back forward, his head now too low to render Fengxian's thrust of his own head effective. Regaining his breath, Zhiyun lundged forward, wrapping his arms around the man while keeping him at bay. His head was tucked low, and with his left hand, he bagan to throw a series of hard left hooks at Lu Bu's gut, while keeping his eyes open to be prepared for any punch thrown at him, or worse... an armored kneecap to his already-bloodied face.*
((Sorry, not very good. I may edit it if I have time.))
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Post by Mr Alencon on Jul 22, 2008 17:08:21 GMT -5
The fight became raw and gritty, no longer a show of skill and finesse, but a battle of who could take the biggest hits, and who could hand them out. The battlefield had begun to be deserted, leaving just these two warriors grappling each other in a fierce struggle, a bid to be the best, not just was soldiers, but as men. Sun Yuan Ci had his virtues, this was true, the man fought for a cause greater and grander than what the barbaric Lu Bu could ever dream of. Yet, the zeal both of them had for their respective ideals commanded them to be true lions on the battlefield. Lu Bu’s first strike had connected, a powerful blow to wind his opponent. Fengxians fist rumbled as it striked the man’s abdomen, feeling the power inside his foe tremor throughout his own body. In swinging his head forward, Lu Bu became somewhat disorientated, and now was being grappled and pummelled by Zhiyun, who drove the blows in relentlessly. Bu grimaced, tensing his stomach in preparation for each punch, but still slowly being pushed back by Sun Yuan Ci’s force. It was truly an epic struggle, but now Bu, who dug his heels firmly into the dirt below, would strike back with a counter. Gripping onto Yuan Ci in return, to halt him from rushing away, Bu indeed would use all of his body to beat down his opponent. The first strike came in the form of a mighty elbow, driving down onto the back of Zhiyun’s skull, hoping to disorientate him. The true strike however came in the form of a rising, armoured knee, thrusting up into his opponents face. The swiftness of the blow allowed Fengxian time to quickly gain his balance if need be. He gripped harder onto his opponent, not letting him escape this dangerous position - he would take continual body shots, but the endless strikes to Sun Yuan Ci’s head could prove fatal.
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