Clashing Sword and Spear

The wind howled like a ghost crying out for help. Bodies fall one after another as the battle field reached towards it's critical heights. Houses continue burning until nothing is left but ashes and burned marks.

Children, women, young and old fled to the forest, running for their lives. They only brought themselves; no food, no water. They don't even know whether they could survive this treacherous night.

They do not know why this happens. Despair painted their faces. Fear marks every drop of tears they shed.

Even if they survive, their life wouldn't be the same ever again.

Ro, while holding his sword tightly, ran while panting away. Their leader has him a mission, and it is to bring the women and children of the tribe to safety. They were running out from the center of the battle field. But even so, Ro wasn't sure where to go. The forest is vast, and is like a labyrinth, where danger lurks everywhere. This can be their shield, but might as well their pit. He wasn't even sure whether the place they were coming to was safe.

At the edge of the forest, at the nearest stone mountain, lies an underground cave where they thought they could hide. Their ancestors build that underground cave for this kind of situation.

Ro, brought several of his brothers. They encircled the women and children as the others led the escape. While he and his other brothers remain at the back, alertly watch the path where they come from.

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In the battle field.

Clash!

Slash!

Silver sparks and slash could be seen colliding with each other. Sword went slash, slash and slash, while spear went stab, stab and stab. Their battle seems equal and endless, as the Emperor steps forward and stabs his spear at his enemy's openings, Father Kahn will step back and raise his sword to defend.

From when the sun glared at the sky till it went down, escaping the pursuit of the moon, the two leaders fought battle relentlessly.

Blood boils throughout the Emperor's vein. The Emperor that proudly stood at a very high place watching ants' praise and worship him, wearing his golden dragon robe and crown is now nowhere to be found.

For the first time, the Emperor is feeling excited, thrilled and elated. The Emperor even felt that he could go straight to seventh heaven with his current mood. He opened his mouth wide and he breathed the air with his nose and mouth. The moist air has a bloody taste hinted at with smoke and other unspeakable stench.

The Emperor ingested the air through his nose and mouth, at the same time his fierce eyes watched intently his opponent like prey waiting for an opportunity to strike. He has to end this battle now. Though, he was reluctant, after all, this is the first time he felt this way towards an opponent, an enemy he had to kill.

Without a doubt the Emperor is a strong man. However, no matter how strong a man is, if they stay inside the palace doing nothing but reading memorials, strolling in their free time and hop from different bed to bed everyday. Compared with Father Kahn who hunts all year round– no matter, even if they have equal strength, the Emperor is bound to lose. Ah~ wouldn't it be better if he could bring this person back with him to the imperial capital? That would be great.

Panting hard, with a harsh thumb of his heart, the Emperor raises the corner of his lips and enjoys the feeling of his muscles being stretched and broken to the fullest. The pain, the sheer pain of fighting to death, the idea of that sword running through his body, accompanied with his blood flying out of his body, made the Emperor shivers and tremble in excitement. He never felt like this before. Even if he killed countlessly, he never felt this excited. The Emperor looked at Father Kahn, whose hands were raised into a fighting stance. His calm and alert eyes, his steady breathing, coupled with the dangerous backdrop and the scent of blood and smoke lingering in the air, the Emperor can't help but gulp down the inexplicable feelings rising from his chest.

Raising the corner of his mouth, the Emperor had an urge to laugh, and he did.

Father Kahn tightens his grip on his sword. He knew he was stronger than this man, but he felt an incredible sense of danger coming from him. Maybe it's because he was the leader of the invaders from different lands, this man is very strange and peculiar. Father Kahn who likes the strong can't help but felt repulsive towards this enemy of his. The feeling of danger coming from that man in golden armor is different from the warriors he fought before. But because of the dangerous circumstances he was in right now, father Kahn couldn't gasp the signal his instinct was alarming him.

While his dark eyes observed the weird laughing man in gold in front, Father Kahn instantly killed off those soldiers who went to him to be killed.

With his superb martial arts, Father Kahn kicked off the ground and made his body slide as he jumped high evading the arrows that aimed at his life. Using his growing momentum, he twisted his body and rushed towards the foot soldiers. With a single strike comes a life.

Father Kahn was angry, mad, and anxious. He was sad, and his heart beat worriedly towards his tribesmen, especially to his wife and son. He wished they were safe. He hopes that they escape successfully and live.

From his peripheral vision, Father Kahn saw his brothers die one by one. Qu ran holding his bow, an empty quiver hanging on his back. He ran around while quickly picking up arrows on the ground. He goes around the battlefield helping his brother. He pulled an arrow and aimed. The arrow flew at great speed. A soldier saw it and he ducks to the ground like a scared dog. Nevertheless, the comrade behind him didn't react on time. The arrow pierced through his neck. He choked on his own blood, with shocked and dumbfounded expression, he let go of his sword and slowly raised his shivering hands towards his pierced neck. He wanted to pull the arrow, however, not even a minute past, another arrow came flying towards him aiming at his head. "Twap!" The arrow was unstoppable. Qu drew one arrow after another, he killed continuously while running.

On the other side, just a little farther away from where Father Kahn is, Ping Gou with his huge body like a bodybuilder swings his massive ax like a berserker, sweeping enemies after enemies. He smashed his ax to a soldier's head like a hammer, then scream like a beast. He howled, then he went and jumped on his next target.

Dead bodies surround him like a pile of meat. Body parts scattered detached, uncertain of the owners. His clothes and armor were drench in warm red. His hair is sticky and his face is covered with blood and sweat. Numerous lives of the invaders mark their way into his body, painting him like a crazy bloody man with a huge ax. He swings his heavy weapon to the right, to the left and the enemies will all fall down.

Unbeknownst to Ping Gou, as he swings his ax and kills, a lone soldier creeps behind him like a rat. The soldier's expression is dread with a hint of mourning and anger. He looked at Ping Gou with eyes full of mad killing intent. He then raises his sword and quietly dash towards the huge man. He swung his sword aiming at Ping Gou's neck. However, just as his sword was about to touch the huge man's neck, an arrow suddenly came in between Ping Gou's neck and the incoming sword colliding with it and split in half. While the soldier was still yet to understand his circumstances, another arrow came flying at him going straight to his heart. The soldier died without knowing what went wrong.

On the other hand, Ping Gou stopped his movements for a second. Using his free hand, he touched the new slash wound in his neck. Looking at the blood on his dirty hand, veins couldn't help but pop out from his forehead, as he opened his mouth wide in anger and shouted, "Qu! How dare you!!!"

Qu, nevertheless ignore the roaring bear at the distance after giving him a funny face as a reply. He ran once again, looking around. He tightens his grip towards his bow, and aims the arrow in his hand and let go. His actions didn't stop, he ran, but this time he didn't pick up arrows in the ground. Taking a deep breath, Qu quickly pulled out the arrow deeply embedded in his shoulder. This is why he accidentally injured that noise huge man. His aim was gone crooked after being shot from his left shoulder.

Meanwhile, Li Mo, who has been missing out on the blood party at his tribe, was sneaking around the enemy camp. Soldiers riding white horses stood forming a great line. Looking around, in Li Mo's estimation there were over hundreds of soldiers left that stayed stationed in the enemy camp. Counting how many of them came to attack their tribe, and how many were left in this camp– they were at least at thousands. This number...Li Mo cold sweat drench his back. They were surrounded.

"...oh, heavens above. What on Earth did my tribe sin for this catastrophe to befall us."

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At the center of the bloody storm. A lone house stood still despite it being wrecked by the fire. Inside was a mess, and nothing what it looked like before stayed. Everything was destroyed, well, except for one...

Going towards the bedroom, beneath the bed, the tattered animal skin that was supposed to be laying there as cover, was now thrown to the side. There, a wooden hatch seems to have been forcefully opened and hastily closed.

Inside the hatch, Little Bori Kahn quietly cries as he hides inside a small underground cellar under the bed his dad dug hiding all his alcohol from his mother to be fermented. He didn't know what's going on. He wanted to come out and find his mom but he knew it'll be bad once his parents knew he came out.

He just promised his mom. Little Bori Kahn promised his mom that no matter what, he will not come out. No matter what sounds little Bori Kahn heard, never will he come out.

"Wait, and I will come find you soon." That's what his mother said before she left. Embracing his small body, Little Bori Kahn curled up in a small ball trying to fit inside together with the smell of alcohol shielding him from the stench outside.

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