sorry for the delay, the life of a drill Sergeant
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Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles and the charred flesh crazed as radiant blue light exploded through the cracks.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
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Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles and the charred flesh crazed as radiant blue light exploded through the cracks.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
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