Fractured Darkness

Fractured Darkness
Chapter 21: Mythril's Revenge

By: Major Frostwing

Mythril was doing everything in her power to send the forces of The Forge into the fray and straight for victory. Everything was being used at their disposal whether it was magic or bullet. The Forge was a well crafted blade designed for taking on armies much larger than them and tear them to shreds. Mythril was drawing her blade preparing to join the fray just like Jon would only for a flash of orange to appear before her. A stallion stood before her and immediately the day she lost her arm came to the forefront of her mind and with it came the rage. "YOU!" Mythril growled out pointing at the stallion with her blade.

"Oh well if it isn't the little filly. How's the arm doing?" The stallion asked readying his blade. Mythril readied her own blade as magic poured into her right arm forming her claw of Eclipsium.

"Better than ever you damnable wretch. But I am going to enjoy this more than I have any right to do so." The two began to circle each other seeing who will make the first move.

"I never caught your name little filly." The man said right before charging slashing at Mythril's neck. Only for the blade to be deflected with Mythril's own blade before she lashed out with a few slashes of her own. The strikes were blocked and deflected before the stallion went back on the offensive having to deal with Mythril's almost impenetrable defense. They both separated going back to circling each other.

"You won't be alive long enough for it even to matter. Don't see me asking for something so pointless. Your deaths will be erased from the records of history for what you damn fools have done." Mythril stated calmly as she flexed her claw's fingers. "I also know you are holding back. It's a foolish move to not take me seriously." Mythril was the one to attack this time swinging with her blade locking the two swords together. "I am not the same mare that you fought before." Mythril said swiping at the stallion's side with her claw catching his cloak as he disengaged. "I will silence the nightmares and break you." Mythril chased after him slashing and swiping with her blade and claw.

"I guess I should fight with some semblance of seriousness." The stallion sheathed his blade before drawing it in a horizontal sweep aiming to bisect Mythril only for her to catch the blade with her claw. The stallion pulled hard on his blade realizing it was not going to budge.

"Was that it?" Mythril asked squeezing the blade harder until it cracked. "I am not impressed." Mythril raised her blade swinging vertically at the stallion. He was at least smart enough to release the blade jumping backwards to put some distance between them. "Why are you running? Where did all that confidence go? Where did your cocky attitude go?" Mythril asked tilting her head as she shattered the blade with her claw. "Are you afraid?" The stallion let out a chuckle as he reached into a small portal drawing another blade and scabbard from his storage.

"Not at all. I am excited to finally have something worthy of cutting." He grabbed the sheath drawing his new blade. It looked like it was razor wire in blade form. "This is my pride and joy. I call it Blood Letter." Mythril cracked a smile under her helmet as he right arm shuddered before it elongated into a blade of it's own.

"I will gladly use it when I finally cut your head from your shoulders. NO MORE STALLING LET US GO FOR THE KILL!" Mythril and the stallion charged forward as their blades clashed in a shower of sparks Mythril raised her arm swinging with all her might as the man angled his blade holding back both of her blades. before they jumped back charging back at each other a moment later slamming their blades against each other.

A swing for the throat was deflected. Swings for the limbs were blocked and countered. Stabs and thrusts were parried with utmost efficiency. It was a deadly dance for bloodshed. It was not long as Mythril jumped back using her magic to control her rifle taking shots at the stallion. He blocked the bullets with his blade but was not fast enough to end them all off course as one cut into his arm.

"That was dirty little filly." He said readying his blade once again.

"I was not trained to fight fair. I was trained to kill. And I am fucking good at my job." Mythril stated as the rifle reloaded itself. "I have grown bored of this little tit for tat. I will end this now and purge your visage from memory." Mythril gave a small wave of her right arm.

The stallion didn't even hear the shot until it's damage was already done. His right shoulder exploded as the arm fell to the ground with a wet smack. The stallion let out a scream of pain as he seized the bloody stump that was his arm. Mythril walked forward swinging down on his left shoulder lopping the limb off. Her right arm shifted back into her normal hand. "We are done with you. May the fires of Hell burn you for all eternity." Mythril picked up the fallen blade holding it with two hands. The stallion began to laugh his mind breaking from the pain it was experiencing.

"YOU THINK YOU WILL STOP US MY DEATH WILL NOT STOP US!" He yelled at practically foaming at the mouth.

"That's what we want. We want you all to fight us. We want to kill all of you. If you gave up... Then we will not have our fun." Mythril was quick with her swing as the head of the stallion slid from his shoulders impacting the ground at Mythril's feet. She slowly raised her foot before bringing it down crushing the head into paste below her heel. "Thanks for the assist Echo." Mythril said turning her attention to the large battlefield before her.

"It was my pleasure Warmaster." Echo said reloading her rifle.

"Go back to killing those high priorities. And protect those who need it. Rain hell upon these fucks." Mythril ordered as she marched straight towards the war. She never looked back at the cause of her nightmares for he was dead. And the dead are not worth fearing.