Battle

This is a Short Fiction story. For some it'll have more meaning than to others.



SwordMaster stretched mockingly in front of Van.
"what? your friends taking the day off today?" He rolled his powerful shoulders, swung his sword experimentally, and settled into a ready stance.
Van, so... familiar, but his eyes were different from the one he was copied from, they were red and his skin was paler. The talon like fingernails clicked together as he rubbed his hands together.
"Off... no... they're around." He stared deep into SwordMaster's eyes "you can't defeat us, you never have, you never will."
SwordMaster leapt forward with a roar, his golden blade flashing as he struck with lightning speed.
"you won't have HIM! I'll continue to fight for HIM! you can't defeat me, no matter how hard you knock HIM down I'll pull him up! He'll have to get rid of me in order for you to defeat me!" SwordMaster's bladework was incredible, his skills impossible, he was cut, bruised, and scarred, the wounds only making him stronger. each cut taught him something new, each bruise opened his eyes more, every scar reminded him of the past. Others joined him in his fight against Van, Other immortals, others from the outside. Lash, Jaa, Ye. The immortals faded, but he stood, SwordMaster stood alone most of the time. He'd never give up, he'd never fail his mandate.
Thrash and Undra, his other two greatest enemies joined Van and the four of them continued their never ending battle. it raged on and on, Sometimes others joined SwordMaster, most times he fought alone.
Then, one day, a warrior, of the likes of which that the SwordMaster had never seen came upon the scene. White hair, white armor, and a shining white sword. He calmly entered, picked SwordMaster up from where Undra had knocked him down, and stood him on his feet.
"Well done SwordMaster, now He's called me to fight for HIM. It's time for you to join HIM, and help him fight for the others."
Where some would have been angry, SwordMaster was over joyed, no longer would he daily fight the same monsters that were trying to destroy HIM, now he'd strengthen HIM, help him stand strong more openly. He watched as The white fighter calmly dispatched Van, Thrash, and Undra, then a deep crack appered in the ground and their boies were cast in it.
SwordMaster bowed to the White one, and calmly joined HIM.
Now the true fights would begin. The Glory of the Creater had appeared once again in it's fullness. The Power had returned to the dry vessel.