@Zephyra
War swept the lands in conflict never before seen in this fantastical world. The war to end all wars, as some called it. The conflict spanned for a decade and lay ruin to several kingdoms and dynasties along the way. So many lives lost which all started from a King's assassination attempt.
But now. The tides were turning, and now was the hour for victory. The Kingdom of Sparda had drove it's neighbor, Beleth, back into the ladder's sovereign lands. Beleth's allies were surrendering in droves so they had no choice but to face Sparda, and Allied, forces alone. It was the battle of Nimfort as it would later be called. A valley in Beleth where a weapon manufacturing facility was nestled in. Except these weapons were sentient.
Living weapons known as Berserkers held the line and massacred the incoming Allied offense. They were terrifying creatures capable of tapping into a power far above what should've been normal for a human. But that was it. They were no longer human. The ladies who had the misfortune of being experimented with serums and drugs and turned into brainwashed super soldiers who were now dying for an Empire they had no allegiance to. To protect their sisters in stasis within the facility so then these weapons may be used to make final stands in other parts of the Empire which hadn't fallen yet. Losing this facility would be a fatal blow for the Empire.
The battlefield was painted in crimson from both sides. Still, just like the war the tide of battle was turning in favor of the Allies. Just when it looked like the battle would soon be won. The agonizing cries and screams filled the air when a Berserker was feasting upon the glory of a just recently slain soldier. She had abandoned her weapon and seemingly her humanity. Sporting more animalistic features she blitzed the incoming soldiers. It was like a switch flipped. Her chipped red armor was given a fresh new paint job with the delicious scarlet nectar which coursed through the soldier’s veins. It was like a buffet for her with each warrior she slew. Gone was the humanity within as her handler drove her to her limits. He had pressed the nuclear button sending her into a state of madness and self-destruction.
A captain noticed his soldiers falling like flies and charged forward to handle the rampaging Berserker. But his might was no match for a being no longer chained to the limitations of her mortal vessel. She was fury incarnate and they were but food to fuel her in her campaign of carnage.
The lieutenant of the squadron fumbled for a magical sphere in his bag before placing his palm on it. When it glowed purple he spoke to it. “We need backup!”
“What’s the situation?” the ball shimmered with each word spoken.
“Our Captain is down. I repeat squadron three's captain is down. The Berserker has lost control! We need the cavalry!” Fear dripped with each and every word that escaped the lieutenant's lips as he saw his captain torn to shreds before his very eyes. The remaining soldiers meant for support abandoned post and retreated before they could even have the chance to face the Berserker's wrath.
There was silence for sometime before the magical sphere shimmered once again, “Acknowledged. Support incoming.”
The lieutenant failed to realize he was all alone with the Berserker while requesting aid from the backlines. She had set her sights on him now since he was the only source of fresh and delicious rose-hemoglobin. He backed away slowly as if her optics worked only on moving objects and if he moved slow enough she might mistake him as a petrified statue.
But alas, she came to reap his life just like she had done to his captain. The soldier tripped on a stone and fell. The maw of death opened wide and was about to sever his ties to the mortal realm until a massive projectile landed right in front of the Berserker last second.
When the dust settled the shimmering ivory armor with azure trims blinded the lieutenant as the sun's rays shined off of the metal plates. The warrior brandished a massive shield with it being pierced by the Berserk's strike meant for the lieutenant. The warrior clenched his Earth-shattering gauntlet and sucker punched the Berserker into the nearby boulder with the might of Gaia behind his punch.
The warrior turned to look at the lieutenant just as his shield and gauntlet disappeared into steam. He extended a hand for the man to take along with a set of reassuring words, "Everything is going to be alright now. Are you hurt?" one blue and the other gold set of glowing eyes hid behind a helmet blinked as he asked.
The lieutenant took the offered hand to get up. “I'm fine but we need to get out of here. The cavalry is on their way.” He informed his savior to evacuate with him.
The warrior looked over his shoulder when he heard the signs of the Berserker recovering from his attack, “I am the cavalry” he informed the lieutenant before facing the Berserker.
"A-are you mad!? How can you face that monster alone? She'll tear you to shreds." The lieutenant tried to speak some sense.
The warrior summoned a mini whirlpool in front of him before reaching inside and retrieving ice in the shape of a katana. The ice cracked before shattering into a million pieces revealing a finely crafted katana with lightning symbols running along the blade. "A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him but because he loves what is behind him." He simply explained before gesturing with his head for the lieutenant to leave, "Now go."
Seeing as though the Berserker was now up and the warrior was steadfast in his ambitions. The lieutenant heeded his advice and ran before it was too late. Tetsuya needed to get into the facility. This war had taken his mother and brother. He would not let it take his sister too. When he found Pandora he would have many stories to regale to her. Just like when they were kids. Just so he can soothe her into a sweet slumber instead of leaving her with the memories of experimentation to plague her mind with nightmares.
But first. He needed to put a stop to the Berserker impeding his progress from going into the facility and finding her. "Here me miss!" He took the courtesy to address the Berserker as fellow human instead of the beast many see her as. "I do not blame you for your actions but that does not mean I can permit further blood shed. You will be stopped. Here and now."
Then at the behest of haste itself. Tetsuya covered ground with blinding speed thanks to the enchanted katana with lightning tracing after him. He clashed with the Berserker. His blade crossed a dozen times in a second with her claws before he was able to slice her skin exposed by her chipped armor. But to his dismay she healed away his scratch as if it were trivial.
They moved at incredible speeds. Unable to be seen completely with the naked eyes. But she was in a league of her own. His sword was getting pushed to the limits as the trail of lightning with each strike he imposed on her was dwarfed by the damage she had done to him. Little by little she nipped away pieces of his armor. He couldn't contend with her speed. Then she finally nocked off his helmet.
It fell onto the ground in a dramatic fashion a few meters away. Revealing his pristine face unblemished by war. Long strands of ivory hair fell out and were only kept back by a finely woven hair tie. It was the Prince of Sparda, Tetsuya Charybdis Tempest. His heterochromatic eyes glowed as he got a better look at the Berserker. "Impossible." he said under his breath. "I-I see no weaknesses." He said in a perplexed fashion before performing evasive maneuvers.
Tetsuya brandished his blade with one hand while summoning another weapon from his whirlpool. When the ice shattered a bo staff appeared. He struck the staff into the ground before it extended a couple of meters and shot him into the sky. Granting him space from the speedster as he took to the heavens.
His katana and bo staff disappeared into steam and he summoned a bow and arrow. The twilight bow coupled with the draupnir arrow made for a deadly combination. As soon as he let go of the arrow it began to divide. Splitting into three, then nine. twenty-seven, and so on. Until a miniature cloud of arrows blotted out the sun and fell towards the Berserker as if massive company of archers had shot all at once.
Thankfully he had bought enough time to use his trump card. After distancing himself in the air and firing a volley of arrows. Tetsuya finished the incantations of his most powerful spell. Upon landing he stood up to his full stature with his fist pressed into his palm firmly in front of his chest. He yelled, "Whirlpool of War!"
The cracks in the Earth began to bleed Adam's wine. Water gushed forth and soon began to swirl sucking in everything nearby to the epicenter which happened to be right where Tetsuya was standing. Running was already difficult in water but with a strong current it would at least level out the speed difference. Then a sharp pain nipped at the Berserker's ankle. Then another, and another. Like shark fins, blades from all sorts of weapons began to poke out from the water and firefly swam in the direction of the whirlpool turning them into dangerous torpedoes ready to puncture the hull of anything in their path.
"You won round one, miss. But now you're in my domain." He brandished a spear and claymore as they drifted passed him to arm himself. "So round two will be mine for the taking!" he spoke with invigoration before leaping at his opponent with the spirit of a warrior to not give up on his ideals. He needed to find his sister and he won't let anyone stand in his way.
War swept the lands in conflict never before seen in this fantastical world. The war to end all wars, as some called it. The conflict spanned for a decade and lay ruin to several kingdoms and dynasties along the way. So many lives lost which all started from a King's assassination attempt.
But now. The tides were turning, and now was the hour for victory. The Kingdom of Sparda had drove it's neighbor, Beleth, back into the ladder's sovereign lands. Beleth's allies were surrendering in droves so they had no choice but to face Sparda, and Allied, forces alone. It was the battle of Nimfort as it would later be called. A valley in Beleth where a weapon manufacturing facility was nestled in. Except these weapons were sentient.
Living weapons known as Berserkers held the line and massacred the incoming Allied offense. They were terrifying creatures capable of tapping into a power far above what should've been normal for a human. But that was it. They were no longer human. The ladies who had the misfortune of being experimented with serums and drugs and turned into brainwashed super soldiers who were now dying for an Empire they had no allegiance to. To protect their sisters in stasis within the facility so then these weapons may be used to make final stands in other parts of the Empire which hadn't fallen yet. Losing this facility would be a fatal blow for the Empire.
The battlefield was painted in crimson from both sides. Still, just like the war the tide of battle was turning in favor of the Allies. Just when it looked like the battle would soon be won. The agonizing cries and screams filled the air when a Berserker was feasting upon the glory of a just recently slain soldier. She had abandoned her weapon and seemingly her humanity. Sporting more animalistic features she blitzed the incoming soldiers. It was like a switch flipped. Her chipped red armor was given a fresh new paint job with the delicious scarlet nectar which coursed through the soldier’s veins. It was like a buffet for her with each warrior she slew. Gone was the humanity within as her handler drove her to her limits. He had pressed the nuclear button sending her into a state of madness and self-destruction.
A captain noticed his soldiers falling like flies and charged forward to handle the rampaging Berserker. But his might was no match for a being no longer chained to the limitations of her mortal vessel. She was fury incarnate and they were but food to fuel her in her campaign of carnage.
The lieutenant of the squadron fumbled for a magical sphere in his bag before placing his palm on it. When it glowed purple he spoke to it. “We need backup!”
“What’s the situation?” the ball shimmered with each word spoken.
“Our Captain is down. I repeat squadron three's captain is down. The Berserker has lost control! We need the cavalry!” Fear dripped with each and every word that escaped the lieutenant's lips as he saw his captain torn to shreds before his very eyes. The remaining soldiers meant for support abandoned post and retreated before they could even have the chance to face the Berserker's wrath.
There was silence for sometime before the magical sphere shimmered once again, “Acknowledged. Support incoming.”
The lieutenant failed to realize he was all alone with the Berserker while requesting aid from the backlines. She had set her sights on him now since he was the only source of fresh and delicious rose-hemoglobin. He backed away slowly as if her optics worked only on moving objects and if he moved slow enough she might mistake him as a petrified statue.
But alas, she came to reap his life just like she had done to his captain. The soldier tripped on a stone and fell. The maw of death opened wide and was about to sever his ties to the mortal realm until a massive projectile landed right in front of the Berserker last second.
When the dust settled the shimmering ivory armor with azure trims blinded the lieutenant as the sun's rays shined off of the metal plates. The warrior brandished a massive shield with it being pierced by the Berserk's strike meant for the lieutenant. The warrior clenched his Earth-shattering gauntlet and sucker punched the Berserker into the nearby boulder with the might of Gaia behind his punch.
The warrior turned to look at the lieutenant just as his shield and gauntlet disappeared into steam. He extended a hand for the man to take along with a set of reassuring words, "Everything is going to be alright now. Are you hurt?" one blue and the other gold set of glowing eyes hid behind a helmet blinked as he asked.
The lieutenant took the offered hand to get up. “I'm fine but we need to get out of here. The cavalry is on their way.” He informed his savior to evacuate with him.
The warrior looked over his shoulder when he heard the signs of the Berserker recovering from his attack, “I am the cavalry” he informed the lieutenant before facing the Berserker.
"A-are you mad!? How can you face that monster alone? She'll tear you to shreds." The lieutenant tried to speak some sense.
The warrior summoned a mini whirlpool in front of him before reaching inside and retrieving ice in the shape of a katana. The ice cracked before shattering into a million pieces revealing a finely crafted katana with lightning symbols running along the blade. "A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him but because he loves what is behind him." He simply explained before gesturing with his head for the lieutenant to leave, "Now go."
Seeing as though the Berserker was now up and the warrior was steadfast in his ambitions. The lieutenant heeded his advice and ran before it was too late. Tetsuya needed to get into the facility. This war had taken his mother and brother. He would not let it take his sister too. When he found Pandora he would have many stories to regale to her. Just like when they were kids. Just so he can soothe her into a sweet slumber instead of leaving her with the memories of experimentation to plague her mind with nightmares.
But first. He needed to put a stop to the Berserker impeding his progress from going into the facility and finding her. "Here me miss!" He took the courtesy to address the Berserker as fellow human instead of the beast many see her as. "I do not blame you for your actions but that does not mean I can permit further blood shed. You will be stopped. Here and now."
They moved at incredible speeds. Unable to be seen completely with the naked eyes. But she was in a league of her own. His sword was getting pushed to the limits as the trail of lightning with each strike he imposed on her was dwarfed by the damage she had done to him. Little by little she nipped away pieces of his armor. He couldn't contend with her speed. Then she finally nocked off his helmet.
It fell onto the ground in a dramatic fashion a few meters away. Revealing his pristine face unblemished by war. Long strands of ivory hair fell out and were only kept back by a finely woven hair tie. It was the Prince of Sparda, Tetsuya Charybdis Tempest. His heterochromatic eyes glowed as he got a better look at the Berserker. "Impossible." he said under his breath. "I-I see no weaknesses." He said in a perplexed fashion before performing evasive maneuvers.
Tetsuya brandished his blade with one hand while summoning another weapon from his whirlpool. When the ice shattered a bo staff appeared. He struck the staff into the ground before it extended a couple of meters and shot him into the sky. Granting him space from the speedster as he took to the heavens.
His katana and bo staff disappeared into steam and he summoned a bow and arrow. The twilight bow coupled with the draupnir arrow made for a deadly combination. As soon as he let go of the arrow it began to divide. Splitting into three, then nine. twenty-seven, and so on. Until a miniature cloud of arrows blotted out the sun and fell towards the Berserker as if massive company of archers had shot all at once.
Thankfully he had bought enough time to use his trump card. After distancing himself in the air and firing a volley of arrows. Tetsuya finished the incantations of his most powerful spell. Upon landing he stood up to his full stature with his fist pressed into his palm firmly in front of his chest. He yelled, "Whirlpool of War!"
The cracks in the Earth began to bleed Adam's wine. Water gushed forth and soon began to swirl sucking in everything nearby to the epicenter which happened to be right where Tetsuya was standing. Running was already difficult in water but with a strong current it would at least level out the speed difference. Then a sharp pain nipped at the Berserker's ankle. Then another, and another. Like shark fins, blades from all sorts of weapons began to poke out from the water and firefly swam in the direction of the whirlpool turning them into dangerous torpedoes ready to puncture the hull of anything in their path.
"You won round one, miss. But now you're in my domain." He brandished a spear and claymore as they drifted passed him to arm himself. "So round two will be mine for the taking!" he spoke with invigoration before leaping at his opponent with the spirit of a warrior to not give up on his ideals. He needed to find his sister and he won't let anyone stand in his way.
