Metals clattered. Men screamed. Some screamed in triumph, others screamed in fear. But most, screamed with a furious determination to win this-
'War?'
Yes, for what the lost soulfazed upon now was a carnage like no other yet familiar to us all. The lost soul could not move. So, it couldn't be able to get closer to the Bloodshed that unravelled before it. Although that was the disadvantageous case for it as per now, what it could do was change the focus of its vision and the magnitude of the places or people it wished to gaze upon.
Amongst the carnage that unravelled before its very eyes, a few special or rather intriguing individuals caught its eye and so focused oh them deeply.
One of them was a tall slender man who looked about 5'10 feet tall. His skin was a rich porcelain white. Clad in in a white silky robe that reached his knees that was strapped onto his lower abdomen with a long black leather strap. A white hide like skirt was strapped onto his waist just were the black leather strap tied. His lower legs were wrapped in grey cotton cloth. His right arm was covered in black cultural tattoos. His face held thin almond shaped eyes that were white and bore light blue irises making him look nearly blind. His hair was a pale brown color plaited two large cornrows that stretched till the end of his fairly long neck. Clad in his left arm although was spear that he effortlessly used to slaughter the enemies that came his way. His eyes although were surprisingly devoid of any specific kind of feeling towards this occurrence. In fact the entirety of this man spelled Apathy. Did the lost soul know what it meant? No, but he knew how cold this feeling felt. And so, decided to look onto the next if the few that peaked his interest. And one of them was a lady. Her physique was a rich curvy kind that plated off with muscle in places that looked just as delicately refined as her face. Which was a bit round and bore doe shaped eyes that bore rose pink irises that gleemed effortlessly as she danced and twirled in her relentless slaughter. Her hair was long and deep brown color that bore light pink streaks of hair at the ends if it. Her hair stretched far down the backside of her elegant body covering places that qould have distracted the present few on this field of slaughter. She stood at a height of 5'6 feet tall. But didn't stop her relentless slaughter at the enemies that came her way with two daggers that rested and played along with her in her beautiful slaughter.
"Hahaha!" The thunderous laughter of an individual snapped the lost soul's focus away from the lady and towards someone that even the lost soul hadn't realised was present up until now. And so did they qualify to be amongst the few that the lost was interested in? Yes, he was.
Which is clarified as the lost soul's gaze lands on a man. He was tall very tall. He intact stood at a monstrous height of 7 feet tall. His body was monstrously build. His dark clove skin shone dimly under the abundant light of the afternoon sun. He was clad in a brown skirt that reach his knees that strapped to his wait by a black rope that bore glowing yellow symbols that were precisely etched on it. His feet were strong, long and rough so much that every step he took was both thunderous and destructive. Black tattoos were engraved on his chest area. His face was long his smile even longer his teeth shone effortlessly white a glow that could quite literally blind a person. His eyes were a big almond shaped and white in color that bore dark brown irises that absorbed the abundant blessing of the afternoon sun. His hair a deep brown color as well that plaited off in long dreads that stretched until the middle of his back. Clad in his hands were two long, thick and unique blades whose handles were wrapped in brown leather.
He fought along the slender man who fought with a spear. Their patterns if fighting were fast, deadly and graceful in a strange way thay sent a shiver down the spines of those who had wars through and through. And though their weapons and fighting styles were distinct their union besides each other was simply spectacular.
"Hahaha!"
BOOM! "Emo-skill, Death Chuckle!"
With that laughter and command an explosion that eliminated all the warriors within a 50km radius had been simply removed from existence. No dust cloud, no big explosion just the pyre weight in the sound of his laughter is all it took to wipe them out.
"Tsk, Yupak. You smiling fool. You better be careful of how much to teeth about you'll reduce men on outside as well if you keep this up."
The slender man said with a cautious though distance tone in his voice.
"Ah ha ha ha! Do not fret brother, Shinrah, the men on 'his' side have halved abd quartered to no less than a bunch of monkies trying to reclaim their fruit."
"Ugh, how many times to I have to tell you that the more they reduce-"
He said as he continued effortlessly slashing away at those came his way.
"The more room is there will be fir the stronger ones to have less worries in combat."
"Tsk, brother~! Who could possibly be a threa-"
BOOOOM!
As if one que a thunderous explosion that sent hundreds of debree into the air and mercilessly down on the those who fought on the surface erupted amd interrupted Yupak's speech.
The two looked at each fir a moment as Yupak looked more regretful than concerned while Shinrah's gaze was filled with cold calculation as the two then suddenly nodded.
As they then both crouched a bit and had no sooner jolted themselves into the air to see what was going on.
And just when the lost soul was trying make out what happening.
Its eyes closed. It felt like it sank. And with no will of its own, wasivibg once again. But to where?
Well, then... let us see what waits beyond all that is happening.
[Thanks for the new collection dear reader!!!]