Trinity of War - Chapter 2

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Slash! A whistling cry accompanied my arc and, I swear, a more glorious tune had never been sung! At every impact, I quivered. But a stationary arrow I was not! From jolt, to jab, to slice,... Never once did I stand stand still but for that momentary instant before the storm, before the throng, and before my duty called me to my place, my station, my glory! Forged from fires far from these parts, I slowly, carefully, circled the enemy, and let me tell you, they were scarred shitless. With but a moment’s notice, I dug my heals in and, with hunger, relish and but a little trepidation, savored the gruelingly bloody impact: that mighty clash of metal against... Anything really! Sinus, bone, grit and grime... They were all the same to the carnage that was my path. In mere seconds, I’d sliced through foe after foe as if aided by the will of the Creator himself! In earnest, I spilled, crushed and spewed: my vision was, for a time, but guts and gore on solid ground! With a clatter, I turned surveying the terrain. And that’s when I spotted him. In the distance, making his way towards me was my none other than my brother in arms. As I fenced and forced menial enemy after menial enemy back into a ragged and laughable formation, I observed – from beyond a gleaming edge coated with some alien form of widow’s water, – my loyal comrade rush to offer assistance! Forgoing any dangers, and rendered brazen through God’s hunger for justice, F***’s dexterity flew head-over-heals over the cowed foes foolish enough to stand in our way. CLANG. Like a fire through hay, and a knife through chunky peanut-butter. My brother, – having forked left and right to reach me in the din of the chaos – caught up with meat at last. But this was no mere moment for premature celebration: there would be time enough for that in the Showers of Glory. No, now was the time to put our craft and teamwork into play. And yet... Standing back-to-back, I couldn’t help but think that the fates of our enemies had been sealed long before our arrival on the battlefield. Locked and loaded, we reeled Death’s fodder towards the abyss. And then, “SMACK!”, we were done. And I scrapped against porcelain no more: bathed instead was I in the glorious rains of the washer. And more than one thing was made crystal clear... For one, I would, come the morrow, rise once more from my nest like a phoenix from its ashes. For another, I would march unafraid and in an unwavering line with my brethren. And together we will once more sing our song: “TO THE TABLE!!!” ____ #WeeklyWritingContest - @DanielAndAngel
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Slash! A whistling cry accompanied my arc and, I swear, a more glorious tune had never been sung! At every impact, I quivered. But a stationary arrow I was not! From jolt, to jab, to slice,... Never once did I stand stand still but for that momentary instant before the storm, before the throng, and before my duty called me to my place, my station, my glory! Forged from fires far from these parts, I slowly, carefully, circled the enemy, and let me tell you, they were scarred shitless. With but a moment’s notice, I dug my heals in and, with hunger, relish and but a little trepidation, savored the gruelingly bloody impact: that mighty clash of metal against... Anything really! Sinus, bone, grit and grime... They were all the same to the carnage that was my path. In mere seconds, I’d sliced through foe after foe as if aided by the will of the Creator himself! In earnest, I spilled, crushed and spewed: my vision was, for a time, but guts and gore on solid ground! With a clatter, I turned surveying the terrain. And that’s when I spotted him. In the distance, making his way towards me was my none other than my brother in arms. As I fenced and forced menial enemy after menial enemy back into a ragged and laughable formation, I observed – from beyond a gleaming edge coated with some alien form of widow’s water, – my loyal comrade rush to offer assistance! Forgoing any dangers, and rendered brazen through God’s hunger for justice, F***’s dexterity flew head-over-heals over the cowed foes foolish enough to stand in our way. CLANG. Like a fire through hay, and a knife through chunky peanut-butter. My brother, – having forked left and right to reach me in the din of the chaos – caught up with meat at last. But this was no mere moment for premature celebration: there would be time enough for that in the Showers of Glory. No, now was the time to put our craft and teamwork into play. And yet... Standing back-to-back, I couldn’t help but think that the fates of our enemies had been sealed long before our arrival on the battlefield. Locked and loaded, we reeled Death’s fodder towards the abyss. And then, “SMACK!”, we were done. And I scrapped against porcelain no more: bathed instead was I in the glorious rains of the washer. And more than one thing was made crystal clear... For one, I would, come the morrow, rise once more from my nest like a phoenix from its ashes. For another, I would march unafraid and in an unwavering line with my brethren. And together we will once more sing our song: “TO THE TABLE!!!” ____ #WeeklyWritingContest - @DanielAndAngel
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