User blog:DaWalkinWaffle/King of Steel: Part XLVII

And then there were 3...

Winter examined Verdute's dead body. Verdute had proved unable to defeat Winter and Chaos when they fought together and the fight had been fairly easy. They had almost died multiple times but that was nothing new. Winter pulled apart Verdute's armor carefully, the metal could be melted down for later use. Inside, he found a Gem, the precious currency used to summon units. Winter debated summoning. His units were already strong and he needed no one else but the people of Agni Reborn might.

"Ah, whatever. Hopefully this will work." Winter muttered and he placed five Gems in the pentagonal pattern and focused. A rainbow light began to glow in the center. There was a flash and a red-armored spearman stood there.

"I am Valiant Ultor. I shall pledge my services to you, if you shall accept." he said.

"Of course, Ultor. Now please excuse me for not getting to know you, but I have a task for you." Winter said.

"I will do as you command." Ultor said.

"Protect the people of Agni Reborn. We are fleeing the city and the people need protection." Winter said.

"What are we fleeing from? I will crush it!" Ultor said.

"The gods themselves, Ultor. The people will not survive here and they will arrive at this city by sunrise. Now, go to the people and protect them from danger. Tell the guards that Silver-hair sent you." Winter said. Ultor nodded, although he did not seem happy about it.

"I obey your orders." he said and marched off to where the people were fleeing the city.

"If you summoned Ultor, that cannot mean good news." Chaos said.

"Why is that?" Winter asked.

"Ultor was made a unit from an old legend that we are unsure is true. You recall Deimos?" Chaos asked.

"Of course."

"Ultor fought Gazia with Deimos. They were the two strongest warriors of the Athensphere. If both Deimos and Ultor are in this world... The gods that control who is summoned do not do so on simple whims, Winter."

"So you think that this...Gazia is in this world?"

"It is not impossible. Be prepared. Gazia was a genius. But absolute power corrupts absolutely."

"Sirs! The armies have been spotted!"

"How far?" Chaos asked.

"They should get here at dawn!"

"Thank you for notifying us. Continue evacuation." Chaos said.

"We're not gonna make it." Winter said in an undertone to Chaos.

"I agree. There will be a fight."

"I plan to win that fight, but not with Revan." Winter said. Chaos raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You can have Revan back. I'll make my own sword." Winter said. He drew Revan and handed it to Chaos. Chaos looked at him curiously. Then he grinned.

"Thanks. I haven't used Revan in a long time."

"How long is a long time?"

"Too long."

"And how long is that?" Chaos grinned.

"Curious are we?"

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Winter wiped the sweat off of his forehead and set down the hammer. He picked up the blade of his new sword and cooled it off in the water. He was "borrowing" the blacksmith workshop. This sword was different. It would be unique like Revan. It would also fit exactly with his fighting style. The blade of a normal sword was usually about two inches thick. His was about one inch. The front of the blade was smooth and curved slightly at the top, leaving a smooth tip that could puncture armor. The back consisted of thin, flat spikes that pointed downward and out at a slight angle, protruding and extra quarter inch out.

He had forged the blade out of a mixture of silver, steel energy and cosmic energy. On the flats of the blade he carved runes. The hilt and cross guard were simple like Revan's, though his did not reinforce the blade. Winter fitted the blade into the hilt and sealed them together. When he grasped the sword, it hummed in his hand. All that was left was...

"What should I name you?" Winter mused.

"Something meaningful, I hope." Chaos said.

"How about... Varnen-Zor." Winter said. The sword shimmered.

"Hoarfrost. Good name. It fits the sword." Chaos said.

"Varnen-Zor. Yes, I like it." Winter said. He flicked his wrist and a blade of steel and cosmic energy sprang from the hilt, making up the other side of the sword blade. Unlike the other side which was metal, this was pure energy.

"Clever. Now c'mon. It's almost dawn." Chaos said and they walked out.

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Winter and Chaos stood in front of the gate to Agni Reborn with the Agnirian army behind them. They had refused to leave Chaos and Winter alone to fight the God Army, despite the fact it was suicide. Now they watched at the two armies converged into one massive one and began to march towards them.

"I never thought I'd ever be here." Winter said.

"What do you mean?" Chaos asked. Winter gestured around them.

"Standing here, making my final stand, leading an army of all things." Winter laughed. Chaos turned an amused gaze to him.

"Who said this was your final stand?" he asked.

"They did." Winter said, gesturing to the approaching God Army. Chaos grinned and hefted Revan.

"Then let's prove them wrong, eh?" Chaos turned to the army. "CHARGE!"

The men charged behind Chaos and Winter and as they ran, Winter couldn't help but wonder...

"Why were you here?" he asked Chaos.

"It was the place to be." Chaos said simply.

And then it was war.