Post by ☣∀§t®ål☣ on Oct 24, 2011 19:29:56 GMT -5
~- Japanese marsh: 1860 -~
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The sweet smell of honeydew and aroma of gunpowder filled the air upon the battlefield, several bodies lie strewed about the war zone as the Gatling guns finally ceased fire, though, this man noticed not the smell of the bloodshed that now lay about this fine grassy knoll. Neigh, did he smell that of the smoke as it pierced his lungs freely, all he smelled were those scent's he cared for, a man of his profession learned to ignore the scent of the things they most loathed about battle. This single man stood, his robes bloodied and grimly torn to shreds by the hellfire that was just brought down upon him and his men. Commander Tzun would soon fall to the ground as well, his body motionless for a moment before he raised his left arm, shakily drawing it to his back, he took in one final breath of the aroma, savoring the smell of his land as he did this, He knew there was no hope now. Certain that this was his choice, Despite his soul and body crying out, the man would push onwards.No matter how much he wanted to, he would not lie there and pretend. There was no honor in an action such as that. Suddenly as the mans hand shakily rose to his bamboo Yumi, This action would get the man noticed by the soldiers who stood atop the hill with the still smoking experimental weapons. One commanders voice would ring out."MEN! FIRE UPON THAT SOLDIER!" The man would exclaim as he rose his firm arm to the man almost affrontedly, his finger unfurling towards this still living man as if he had personally been wronged by him.
The Commander glared at his unit, silently directing them with a stern gaze. They returned his severe gaze with irresolution.The man would then once again call out.The Commander glared at his unit, silently directing them with a stern gaze. They returned his severe gaze with irresolution."Are you all deaf?! That's an order soldiers! FIRE on that MAN!"The man would growl at his men now as they turned towards the weapons once again, several of the soldiers grabbing the crank that fired the hail of bullets once before down upon the samurai down below. When the men finally began cranking the firearm, they would quickly let out soft sighs, yet another voice ringing out, this time from the mans subordinate. "Is this absolutely necessary? what has this man done to deserve a death of this manner? can you not let him die in peace captain?!Cease fire men! have some respect!" Once again, the captain would raise his voice, his gaze now turning back to his subordinate as he glared."Last I checked I was in command here, not you Johnson! Men, FIRE, NOW!" -The soldiers only stopped hesitantly once for a moment as Johnson spoke before the captain, then quickly resuming to their laboring on the crank of the weapon, the barrels now picking up to a constant speed as the firing pin finally began to operate inside.
As this went on, the soldier down below had quickly grabbed his Yumi and began to UN-quiver an arrow from his back, his hands now calmly operating as he always did when preparing a shot, the man only had time to get the arrow in the bow as the gun started spinning up. The samurai would then close his eyes as he now held his bow shakily on target of the man who had once been commanding his soldiers to spin up their gun's. As Tzun took let go of the arrow, it would begin its way from his fingers, his bow now falling to the ground as the firearms had finally begun firing, only a few of the bullets actually hitting him is all it took for this man to finally pass on, a final gasp of his final breath now slowly escaping him with that of a name. A name that to this day, probably means nothing to anyone, but to him, it was the world, the reason he fought, the only thing that now drove his arrow through the wind and curve age of the breeze, straight into the brow of the man who had ordered him dead."Yuki-..." The mans now lifeless body lay solid and still, torn asunder by the wrath of the American soldiers who shot him dead. The arrow that now hit the captain struck him dead in one blow as well, the rag doll of a corpse slowly falling off of the horse he rode as only his leg kept his suspended from the animal. Both men now dead, one rightful, one wrongful. This is the true start to our story...
The Commander glared at his unit, silently directing them with a stern gaze. They returned his severe gaze with irresolution.The man would then once again call out.The Commander glared at his unit, silently directing them with a stern gaze. They returned his severe gaze with irresolution."Are you all deaf?! That's an order soldiers! FIRE on that MAN!"The man would growl at his men now as they turned towards the weapons once again, several of the soldiers grabbing the crank that fired the hail of bullets once before down upon the samurai down below. When the men finally began cranking the firearm, they would quickly let out soft sighs, yet another voice ringing out, this time from the mans subordinate. "Is this absolutely necessary? what has this man done to deserve a death of this manner? can you not let him die in peace captain?!Cease fire men! have some respect!" Once again, the captain would raise his voice, his gaze now turning back to his subordinate as he glared."Last I checked I was in command here, not you Johnson! Men, FIRE, NOW!" -The soldiers only stopped hesitantly once for a moment as Johnson spoke before the captain, then quickly resuming to their laboring on the crank of the weapon, the barrels now picking up to a constant speed as the firing pin finally began to operate inside.
As this went on, the soldier down below had quickly grabbed his Yumi and began to UN-quiver an arrow from his back, his hands now calmly operating as he always did when preparing a shot, the man only had time to get the arrow in the bow as the gun started spinning up. The samurai would then close his eyes as he now held his bow shakily on target of the man who had once been commanding his soldiers to spin up their gun's. As Tzun took let go of the arrow, it would begin its way from his fingers, his bow now falling to the ground as the firearms had finally begun firing, only a few of the bullets actually hitting him is all it took for this man to finally pass on, a final gasp of his final breath now slowly escaping him with that of a name. A name that to this day, probably means nothing to anyone, but to him, it was the world, the reason he fought, the only thing that now drove his arrow through the wind and curve age of the breeze, straight into the brow of the man who had ordered him dead."Yuki-..." The mans now lifeless body lay solid and still, torn asunder by the wrath of the American soldiers who shot him dead. The arrow that now hit the captain struck him dead in one blow as well, the rag doll of a corpse slowly falling off of the horse he rode as only his leg kept his suspended from the animal. Both men now dead, one rightful, one wrongful. This is the true start to our story...
