When all is lost,Part 2 (Final)

   With both heroes lunging at each other it was an epic battle to behold. Two famed warriors of equally great skill,meeting on the battlefield of blood and ash with only one of them being able to leave. She had a task to stop him on his way,to stop him from reaching the capital. Life or death,that was her goal and she will live to fulfil it but..but she was facing a desperate man. A man who has seen too much death and suffering,who saw all that he cares about parish and everyone he cares about die. He had nothing left,nothing left to live for and he had nothing to loose. He had to reach the capital and make them pay.

   As they lunged at each other the steel of their weapons met. The clanking was heard echoing all across the battlefield. Hot shining sparks,as if little stars of this war were coming from the clash the heroes faced. The attacks and the clashes between two heroes were relentless. It seemed like they both met their match and they both would not give up.  Someone would die today that was for certain. He raised his sword and slashed at her,she parried with her spear and thrusted it back at him,hoping to keep the animal at bay and perhaps even finish him off. They kept going at each other for hours. Stamina running low,sweat running all over their tired worn faces. Energy almost gone but they kept pushing. They summoned their last strength to meet for a massive blow. At once,both heroes fell. Clash was echoing all around.Now they were just a couple of more bodies,claimed by the war,reunited with the battlefield they fought on,reunited with the earth of ash,fire and brimstone.The land reclaimed their bodies as it was meant to happen. Both heroes started to pour blood. Scarlet red covering the black earth of the land. Surrounding their bodies and their worn weapons. 

 

   Then,suddenly. One of the hands moved. Reaching for the weapon,dripping in blood. The hand gripped the sword tightly and slowly the whole body started to rise. He mustered the very last of his energy to stand on his two feet and hold the very weapon which saved his life and cost so many men their lives. He slowly made his way towards her body,shambling as if he was undead himself. Once next to her. He plunged the blade deep. The armour shattered at the meeting of steel,her heart was pierced,the hero was gone. She failed to stop the monster,the relentless beast has won. He was wounded,loosing blood and barely hanging on but his eyes were burning. You could see the determination,no fear and nothing but lust for death. The capital was in his sights. He pulled the blade once more out of yet another cold body of his slain,yet another victim and made his way to the capital slowly shambling and leaving the mess of war behind,only to bring it to those who celebrate,lust and drink while people like him loose all he held dear. It would not be for long.He knew what to do and the blade required blood.

   With mutual goal,with the weapon in hand and stars sealing his fate,he shambled on, for the capital.It shall burn and he will be the one to light the flame.