Michael rode on towards camp Voldergarb, and even though nothing had been happening for the past hour or so, it was surprising to him.
Because the horse he got was the cheapest, yet it felt the fastest.
All Michael had to accompany him were his thoughts, birds chirping in the distance and-
"Halt!"
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"No" replied a man in the standard 'official' S.S Division army garments.
"Wheather you believe it or not, I AM the back up sent by the council" Michael replied, his pokerface out.
"Why you!.. you.. you can't be the back up! I HAD AT LEAST REQUESTED A FULL SQUADRON OF THEIR BEST!" the army man shouted as all in the room, or well chamber started speaking in panic, just as confirmation for some, denial for others.
"I don't know who nor what you requested, but I was sent here" Michael replied cooly, although inside he was woundering if these people truly didn't know of the decisions made by the council.
"Take him, take him to the cellars, torture him to death if you must, but get information out of him, I know he's a spy, they-they wouldn't have sent a single man as backup.. I'm.. I'm.. sure.." he said.
'Tch.. torture.. good grief, as if they'd be able to.. argh.. that old hag better clear out my name for these guys' Michael thought as he was escorted to the underground cellars.
As Michael looked around the rooms he was escorted to, if he had counted correctly, nearly above fifty two nearby people were running amok, panic had instilled within the malnourished soldiers, mostly the idiots and new recruits were in panic while the veterans; as little in number there were, had smiles on their faces as if they were ready to face their death.
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Gaurds were mostly in smaller numbers under ground especially Michael's cell's chamber, because as people that manned at the artillary and defences were above ground, the gaurds here were the newest recruits and weakest, amongst wills and physical strength, most likely since there was heavy breathing and denial going on.
They didn't want to die.
'Hey, weren't they supposed to torture me or something.. maybe it's the panic in them or something' Michael thought.
"D-d-do you think t-that we can.." a quiet voice whispered to another gaurd.
No, to a gaurd, the only gaurd in the room/chamber.
A prisoner in another cell, frightened apparently since he was shivering, or excited maybe, who knows; some bastards like that sort of stuff.
"No..I don't.. don't know.. we- we can try- to- no- but- argh." The prisoner started getting confused or something as he sat down in the fetal position.
"Mommy!" He yelled, at that Michael chuckled a bit.
"Oi stop- stop shouting!" The gaurd, the only one here as it seemed shouted himself.
'Hypocrite' Michael thought.
"I wonder.. who's even attacking to cause such worry amongst your ranks" Michael said to the gaurd in a way that he thought he was asking him a question.
"You don't k-know?" The gaurd stuttered in fear as he started to sweat a bit, but in such a dark and dingy AND repugnant place such as the place they were in, normal people wouldnt be able to see as much.
"No" Michael replied smoothly, monotonously and cooly.. and simply.
"The elite general deathshed's apprentice, I-I heard he's an upcomming star in the U.A.F's ranks!" The gaurd replied as the rest of the prisoners in the cellar started to shake, visible to EVEN normal people.
"And who would this deathget- things apprentice be?" Michael half asked and half mocked.
"Edward, Edward of the two tales!" The gaurd yelled out and started to cry a bit.
At this Michael started to laugh uncontrollably, and cried tears of laughter.
"He's- he's gone mad aswell!" Another prisoner said commenting on Michaels insane type laughter.
'Oh if only' he thought while still laughing and coughing up a bit.
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Over four hundred people were in the campsite.
"All soldiars that can fight, hands up!" Edward, a some what tall person asked, most people replied with their hands up
Some with even their swords or fire arms up.
Only about three hundred or so people raised their hands.
The silver haired man only smirked.
"We leave camp at 6, storm in and 'associate' with them" he said.
"Commander, should we bring artillery?" A random soldier from among the hundreds or so asked.
"No, no need, after all.. with me around, whats pride without a tail or two?"
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Heavy unrest followed en suite, as each ticking minute was spent contemplating how they would be winning the battle, or how much they'd regretted being cold to someone, enlisting in the army, or not spending time with those that needed them to be there.
'Edward, apprentice of General deathshed, of the two tails, brawn... this battle won't be as hard as I thought.. pride before the fall as they say' Michael thought as he closed his eyes, laying on the cold-hard ground with only a thin blanket to keep him from truly laying on the ground.
'Huh.. I wonder if this counts as sleeping on the job..' he though, amusingly.
Suddenly two gaurds arrived, veterans, or atleast thats how their gait showed them to be.
"Alright people, in light of the situations, Commander Voldergarb has requested.. no, ordered all that may fight to assist our troops in battle since they do out number us three to one at bare minimum" the senior gaurd, or soldier said.
"What about weapons? You know swords? Fire arms?" The scared prisoner from earlier asked, definately contenplating on either escapeing with a weapon or fearing about how to fight hand to hand.
"You will be given proper equipment, now if you may-" he said as the other two gaurds/soldiers started opening the other prisoners cells.
"Come out" he finished.
"I won't be needing armour nor weaponry" Michael said confidently as the gaurds scowled.
"You know, they've said that you're a spy, so why should we let you out? Why shouldn't we just extract that information that you're hiding" The gaurd/soldier threateningly asked after coming to Michael's cell.
"Because then you won't have another man in this fight and deep down inside, you don't want to deal with this crap, do you?" Michael said and then swiftly retorted again.
"But if you must act like this then I can of course just sit this one out since you do ofcourse doubt me"
Inaudible to most normal people the gaurd/soldier grumbled something along the lines of "damn it he's right" and opened the cell, carefully keeping his eyes on Michael's movements.
"Well then, shall we go, gentlemen? Or should I call you cowards and go by myself?" Michael mocked as the other people in the room muttered a few things even sailors would blush to say and followed the soldiers, not gaurds, fellow men in arms that would be dying alongside them all.
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< one kilometer outside camp Voldergarb>
As soon as the U.A.F's army was spotted everyone was tense, looking at the formation to see how many were on foot, on horse back, and where Edward was.
Artillery wouldn't be an option since they had practically no supplies to waste.
"Commander Voldergarb sends his regards to all that will die here, may you find peace in the arms of God, and to those that live, fight alongside us anither day" a senoir officer from cmthe camp said as they marched on to meet the enemy.
'We're numbered at around about seventy, and if they outnumber us by about three to one, then the U.A.F doesn't really care about sending much of an army... that means.. they have much faith in Edwards leadership skills and I have no doubt the camps food supplies and what not were already tampered with by his orders to keep Voldergarb's soldiers weakened' Michael thought as they marched on to meet the enemy's army.
900. meters.
800. meters.
700. meters.
Nearly at sniping range they halted.
Michael could see many soldiers were terrified, and ofcourse they would be
Any man who has gone under deathshed would be overpowered beyond imagination.
Although they had stopped he could see that merely fifty or so of them were soldiers.
And he knew he had seen over that amount in the camp itself
That meant that.. Voldergarb was either using them to cover his escape, or to wittle down on edwards smallscale army.
"B Squadron! Arms Ready! Fire!" An officer ordered his squadron to shoot at Edward, most likely mid ranged snipers, or what ever they called them these days.
"A Sqaudron ready yourselves!" Another officer ordered his own squad after the first attack failed.
"Squad C, charge" and his own squads officer lazily said this.
"Why do I get all the lazy bastards.." Michael mumbled but charged forward, knife in hand.
Until he noticed the whole army had turned tail.
"Run! Run for your lives!"
500. meters.
200. meters.
30. meters.
Edward Brawn's army had shot nearly 40 of their men using some new type of.. something, something Michael had never seen before.
A barren icescape was all that was around, no smell at all, and a strange tingling sensation that there was something rotting his surroundings, turning it against himself.
He'd sensed something familiar like this back at home, energy, the purer form, unnatural even.
Ice, of the two tails.
The things that had shot his fellow soldiers were icicles, many were instantly killed, some were still alive, struggling to a fault.
"Hm, do you have a deathwish or something? Or do you have too much pride in your abilities? Well, no matter since you had better luck drowning in a desert than defeating me and my army!" Edward spoke, arrogantly.
Michael just smiled, and not and innocent smile.
He spoke one work to finish him off, just one word to decide his fate.
"Code:0"