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-He collapsed heavily on a battered knee, using the handle of his blood stained sword to stay upright. His vision blurred he struggled to stay upright, reaching over with his free hand to snap the arrow off that protruded from his chest. The cries and wails of thousands surrounded him as the battle raged on; the whole earth seemed to shake at the turbulence of battle. His ears perked up slightly as with a burst of adrenaline he shot up, ripping the tip of the great sword from the bleeding ground and flailing it sideways through the air, warily cutting through the human’s armor and slicing easily through his midsection, casing the corpse to fall to the ground in 2 grotesque pieces. He stumbled once more, a cut above his head causing his vision to fade as warm blood trickled into his eyes. “Where is he?! “He thought bitterly, trying to locate his companion on the battlefield. His armor chinked loudly as he stumbled foreword as would a drunkard, bringing another blow against a different humans head, almost smashing it on its shoulders. Behind him he could see the other furs were exhausted, but pressed on, some even missing limbs or tails.-

Mirku raged through the battlefield, his claymore slashed though the furs as if they were made out of butter. He was covered in blood, his many small cuts started to take their toll on Mirku. Even while killing he was still in conflict about killing them, they appeared so human like, they even screamed human like every time his claymore made contact with fur. 'Aren't they as human as anyother? Or are they just a parody, a mockery to the eye of god?"


He parried another spear and returned a killing blow. Now a giant tiger like furry was heading his way, wielding a giant axe. The first strike was so fast, Mirku just parried it in time, yet the blow was so strong, he lost footing in the mud and blood mixed ground. When the second attack was unleashed, he rolled through his enemies legs and jumped up, he turned in the air and swung his sword, putting a big cut in his shoulders. Before the fur got to turn around, Mirku pierced his back, striking the heart of his enemy. The fur fell down, dead.

the battle raged on, and very quickly the remainder of the forces thinned. A fury so deep enraged him, watching the blood bath of a dear friend who now lay dead in front of him. the human standing over the corpse, as if basking in the slaughter. He hoped to the heavens that this feeling wasn't coming form himself, he never knew anything more terrifying. He lifted the great sword once more, with a speed and strength newfound in him he wasn't able to muster before. far to his side, he charged fore ward, screaming aloud as he hears muscles rip beneath his furred flesh, pulling the sword out in front of him in a horizontal strike, hoping to catch the man off guard.

Mirku had caught even a deadlier opened. His blue eyes opened wide to the speed of the blow, he jumped backwards and held his sword in the defensive stand as steel clinged on steel. He slipped further away in the mud as he breathed heavily. With his right hand he swept the hair infront of his eyes away as he stood up. His claymore seemed more heavy as it was before, could this be the end? This furry shaped being, will it become my life reaper? Let me see the terror of death! Mirku screamed as he charged forward to give a counter blow. "I fear not Death nor Hell!!"

He caught the sword through the end of his swing, swearing out loudly as the blade came to a halt. Pitching the tip back into the ground as he panted heavily, every breath seeming to scortch his lungs. His arms hurt. bad. but that wouldn't keep him from fighting.

He watched intently as the figure brushed his hair away from his face, feeling the same anger surge back into him. He couldn't hit him at this speed, he was to slow. without notice he pulled a sharp dagger from within his belt line, unsheathing it and discarding its casings, pressing the tip against his right shoulder. In an obstructed diagonal pattern he cut swiftly across his chest, dropping the knife from his bloody fingers when he was done. Placing his hands back upon his sword he lifted it back into the air, the discarded scraps of armor falling to the red mud around him, leaving him in plain clothes, nothing more. He braced himself as the figure approached, his words echoing in his pointed ears.

Crying out as he burst foreward, never leaving the contact of his eyes with his own, gazing deep inside them, as if he were reading a book.

The soft thunk of an arrow echoed in his ears as he collapsed onto a knee, stopping dead in is tracks. He yanked at the bolt deep in his calf, only causing him to cry out in anguish. Less of the feeling of pain, but more of defeat. He refused to give up, not to the ones who were destroying his homeland, not to the ones who had taken his family, never! Thrusting his sword up at his opponent he waited, the echo of his own heartbeat ringing deep in his ears, all other sound muted. Looking around hastily for support, he saw none, the are having been taken by the humans, him being the last one within a reachable distance.

Mirku saw that the creature was hurt by an arrow and halted his charge. He waited untill the creature was standing in his position again. He signalled his men to back off. He then resumed his charge and swung with all his might.
"Fight me beast!"

-He struggled to keep his sword upright, but his muscles failed him, as did his will. and with a soft chink of metal hitting stone his sword fell from his paws, mustering up the rest of his energy to stay concious, to stay upright. "hurry up and kill me, you monster" spitting the last words form his lips, a line of blood trailing down his furry maw-

"Monster..." Mirku did nothing. "Have I become what I despiced?" He lifted his sword, trembling. 'Can I kill this creature? Do I have the right to cause pain to his loved ones?' The sword was ready to strike the killing blow, it's wielder wasn't. 'I'm a murderer..yet people call me a hero..' His sword was still trembling with doubt.

(what should I do, isn't that char to important to kill?)

-his paw trembled lightly as he struggled to stand, taking him a moment to stand, even s now unsteady, wobiling back and fourth, pain shooting though his legs and torse, blood flowing slowly from around the wooden shaft of the belt- "Why..why do you come here, an disrupt us. we have done nothing to your kind, we just wanted to be left alone..." -his voice trialed off, saving his energy for standing-

((whatever you want, take em as a POW< i dunno XD))

"I'm sorry..it isn't my call..I just..want to end this and go home..to my beloved wife.." He now unleashed the swing he was holding back, it slashed open a large cut through the torso. "I'm sorry..in the end..I can't show emotion here, on this battlefield..on this battlefield we all become monsters.."
He walked past the furry, as it fell down. he sheated his claymore on his back
as he walked further, more deeper into the battlefield. A single tear run down his cheeks.

(I'll post a little sheet with info. and stuff about my char, so you can picture him better:
Name: Mirku A. Valkory, captain
Age: 29
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 182 lb.
Appearance: Medium long, blue black hair. Deep blue eyes. He has many battle scars, one scar runs through his right eye. He is well build.
Personality: He's a wise person, trained for war he's pretty coolheaded. The only times he shows his good side is when he's around his wife.
Equipment/Items of importance: His Steel Claymore, Chainmail shirt, leather jacket and leggings. On his belt there's always a bottle of spirits strapped on. Also wears a locket with his wife's name carved into it.
Short Bio: Born in the capital city. Showed great potential for fighting and tactics. Married his childhood friend at age 22. Left for war soon after. was promoted to captain at age 27.)

With a wet thud his body fell to the ground like a rag doll, stifling a groan as his chest and face hit the mud. He caught a glance of his sword in front of him, laying down, defeated. With he last bit of his will his fingers reached for the hilt, shakily, but stopped, unable to muse the strength. Despite his defeat, a smile curved on his white muzzle. "Finally..." He muttered, watching as a horse clad in armor with his friend on the back burst through the ranks of humans

"Damnit! Reform! Hold the line!!!" Mirku yelled orders as he ran towards the mounted warrior.

Jamian saw how the human in the distance had turned on his own race.
<This can't be...> he thought <are they turning on themselves now?>

Suddenly he noticed familiar insignias on the human's cape. Could this really be the human he had heard all those stories about when he was younger? The famous lieutenant Lionhearte. Jamian nearly forgot about the battle raging arround him. He couldn't believe he was actually this close to the famous lieutenant Lionhearte.

An arrow that missed his left ear by an inch woke him from his day dream. He had to take his chance. If this person what who Jamian thought he was it would be safer to go near him. If he wasn't he would die.
<I'd rather take my chances on this one than die by the other humans!> he decided and started running towards him.

"Lieutenant Lionhearte?.... sir!" he yelled as he made his way towards Lionhearte not noticing the human closing in behind him sword ready to strike him down.

"You heard the man, form the line up or we will be over runned and i will not lose because you idiots cant form a line!" Shunlar started to direct the soldiers to form the line back up so no more enemies can get through. Shunlar looked around to fingure out where that infultrated cavelry men went. "Captain what are your orders now sir!?" he yelled over the crowed.

His sword clashed heavily against the humans, crying out painfully as they stood locked momentarily before he shoved the human back with a feral thrust, pulling his sword away with his left hand, hsi right quickly reaching for the dagger and unsheating it, aiming for the humans throat, hitting dead mark. He turned to the other kiedran, panting heavily and leaning on the hilt of the sword for support " It's about damn time you showed up" giving him a giddish smile, glancing around him to make sure no others were close by