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Momoka Oka
Koga Of The West-l-
I may be a murderer, but I was told to be.
╣ Axel Herdmann ╠
There was blood everywhere, and the battle was reaching its climax when the leader of Autumn's reinforcements arrived. Axel's heart umped when he saw the forces of his majesty come streaming from behind them after their rest. He and his men were left ot hodl off Winter at the front while the rest of the force was able to go to base and restore their energies os they coudl win the battle later. He was sure, knowing his ruler, that they would opt for a strategy of five pronged envelopment.
"We've just won!" he shouted, far too confidently - for he knew it was a lie to boost morale, to make sure his men could hear off the clamoring of armor and the roars of the ice giants in front of him. As one of them swung towards him, Axel ducked before clasping his hands together then extending them out. Out rushed a current of lightning that reduced the beast to rubble.
"Throw you morons!" He shouted to the anthros and men behind him, who looked at eachother for a minute before nodding and unleashing a volley of flaming javelins against the enemy charging at them. Axel raised his sword and charged downhill without a word, slashing through one ice being while taking a blow to his shoulder himself and catching another's sword with his left hand before the entity could swing, causing his hand to be cut and bleed. Axel's left arm started to spark with static, then another series of bolts of electricity ran down the metal blade and caused the form in front of him to smoke and melt to the ground.
He kicked its remnants into another, then slashed at the second with his scimitar as he shoved the ice chunk off of him, cutting it from shoulder to waist.
Axel rubbed his face as he saw one of his men fall to his left side, before the soldier's ice assailant was stabbed through the chest by a spear, unleashing water that spattered all over the Autumn Champion's face. He hadn't slept in days as he held this line in this forsaken island, good for nothing.
Another winter giant approached him and started to swing. Axel raised his sword to parry, but he was cuaght off guard this time. He fell backwards, tripping over a chunk of ice and a weapon behind him. Axel closed his eyes, and seconds later, he felt a rain of hail pound him in his face.
Opening his eyes, he saw the giant's head had been smashed in. Rearranging the signals and currents through his legs, he powered his muscles up and leapt out of the range of danger as the giant crashed to the ground where he was laying and shattered.
His adrenaline was rushing, and he turned.
"Talen..." he blurted out, his jaw hanging open and his heart skipping a beat. But now was not the time for crushes. He was in battle, and the noise meant the knight probably couldn't hear him.
Scanning the hills, Axel saw his target. The son of the witch herself, the powerful champion of Winter.
Grabbing one of the fallen soldier's blood-stained spears, he charged towards three ice figures guarding the foot of the hill and rammed the spear into the ground, pole vaulting over them as he charged up the hill unaccompanied. Hail and shards rained down on him from the men atop the hill, and he could only get momentary glances at the youth on horseback who he meant to kill and end this conflict before he had to parry with his blade or melt the shards with his electricity. One caught him in the right abdomen, and he stumbled for a moment before pushing himself back to his feet and continuing his sprint. A wave of at least a dozen men came charging down the hill. At least they're not frost giants Axel thought, closing his eyes and envisioning a complex network before him. The shapes were blue they were all connected... millions of them. They were the signals each of the twelve bodies before him were sending... and he intended to screw around with them.
Clenching his fist and opening his eyes, he saw sparks fly from all their legs as they fell to the ground and started rolling down the hill. Dylan and his men were moving back. Not good. Dylan had a horse, he could just get away if he wanted. Axel reached the top of the hill and stabbed a man who was pointing a bow at him through the stomach, ripping Bolt out of his foe quickly so the vibrating sword wouldn't be stained with blood. Some of the other men were turning towards him, drawing their arrows. Frost giants had their backs. Axel stood on the other side the top of the hill, alone.
"Reinhart! Come here and fight me, you coward!" he shouted, raising his sword in the winter champion's direction. His abdomen was still leaking blood. Axel gasped for breath as he was finally able to rest.
No... there's no reason. Axel thought, knowing that the Winter Champion was putting himself needlessly in danger by dueling with Axel while he could just order all his men to fire and be done with the Champion of Autumn once and for all.
"Or are you going to leave me like your parents left you!?" Axel followed, trying to prod the champion's anger.
"Gods, forgive me." he whispered, spitting. The cruelties he performed were what needed to be done. By no means did he enjoy being nasty, but what other way was there?