The 38th of Mauj

Like a roaring rush of water, a flood of solders entered the small valley. The Harbingers readied their weapons, some with their 1-ton short swords, some with their infinitely sharp throwing axes, some even had their fabled Halberds that stroke with thunder and lightning, but only the seasoned survivors, the Executioners, were equipped with claymores crafted to the size of their own body and made with a curious metal.

The Royal Guard got into position and waited for the signal. General Lok-tov raised his arm, the Harbingers were out numbered seven to one and insanely out gunned; and dropped it like an atomic bomb. No matter the rank or experience none of the Harbingers waiverd or swayed from their stance, they didn't fear death, nor did they accept it: they challenged it.

As a horde of locusts to a field of rich crop did the RG Blades men continued their flow of destruction toward the Harbingers, and when there seemed to be no more room for even a weapon to be drawn, the RG Shield Carriers activated a barricade of concentrated plasma. They created a kill box, they intended to extinguish all that was left of humanity.

With only six Executioners left, they had to act swiftly; the art of manipulation was new to them, so with what they knew they formed a type of mound out of the ground to give them a slight advantage over the kill box. Each second and the time in between was vital, and the tide of battle churned like the ominous waters of the ocean during a hurricane. The harbingers were beyond masters of close combat, and their skill with weapons unique as theirs pushed the laws of physics, but even with such power and skill they could not be omnipresent as they enemy could.

The RG's plasma blades were set to overdrive and so they would form a blade that was so brittle the slightest clash with an actual metal would shatter it, but just as it was brittle it was many a fold sharp, slicing on an almost atomic level. If the blades didn't hit flesh, then the plasma would splatter on the target. One can imagine the sound of impure obsidian razors breaking with the harsh sizzling of greedy super heated particles devouring what stood before them resounding like a chorus of church bells in Italy.

As the battle evolved, so did the combat of the Harbingers. Those with 1-ton blades coaxing the RG to raise their plasma swords above them, so that when their blade came smashing down it would send shards of flaming glass down at them, and if they glass didn't smite them the short sword would certainly crush them. Those with infinity axes gave up on full ranged tactics and were tainted with the blood of the enemy by following up a throw with a rushing blow to the neck of an RG. And those with the legendary Halberd would strike at the closest RG with butt of the Halberd, which was equipped with an electrically charged dagger, and hit a crowd of RG with the head, which was crafted to utilize pressure waves, to effectively protect the Executioners.

One of the Executioners looked directly at General Lok-tov, her gaze eternally locked with the general's eyes. The interesting thing about the Executioners is that they are a collective conscious but receive instructions individually. Where one receives an order, the others are only aware of the information, but as to why it is issued solely to that individual only that one will know. Like a speeding comet she accelerated at speed undetectable to the unaided human eye with blade fully drawn, General Lok-tov barely caught the blade with an energy glove act, a manipulation that made the hand invulnerable for a moment, but the shockwave of the impact knocked the RG Centurions off the cliff upon which they stood. Executioner Magnum sheathed her blade and hovered on to the cliff and landed parallel from the General. She was gifted in the art of Lordic Slang and Manipulation in Space (Matter). Her hands dressed with the Void Gloves, Lordic artifacts that could conjure at will without knowledge of the act nor manipulation, a godlike power.

"This is my magnum opus- General Lok-tov today you face the Glory of God."

Her physical form trans-mutated into something greater than what the human mind could fathom. General Lok-tov smirked, this form he was already accustomed to, fore he was not human. A space-time rift isolated the two, and the clashing of wills could be heard from the battlefield. Just then a blood curdling roar echoed from behind the mountains that hid the valley and suddenly an explosion that set the sky ablaze; a sonic boom qued the stock that was latched onto the moon to be dismembered and debris rained from the only escape from the cursed Earth. A second explosion rolled a mountain to the ground crashing on both ally and enemy. A forsaken mix of Dragonkin and an otherworldly plant stumbled through the gateway that led to a hellish inferno. It stumbled upright and shot out a flare, it collided with something that flew fast and hard.

From out of the smoke charged the blade-ship know as The Claymore with its revered nova blade fully armed: a giant and extremely masseous rod that had a blade super heated to temperatures hotter than what most creatures, living or dead, could handle. Its captain , Tom Thunderblade, pushing heavily on the throttle, ensuring the ship's blade hit with maximum velocity. For a moment Executioner Kato thought he would hear a maniacal laughter resonate from the ship itself. Though the Harbingers slew the RG with extreme ease, as one fell another would enter the kill box. Unfortunately for the RG, the Harbingers fight until they can bleed no more. The ground began to tremble with the coming of The Claymore; the forces at work short circuited the advanced weaponry of the RG, blades no longer regenerated and the shields burned out. With this the Executioners took the battle ground and swiftly slew the enemy, the valley became a slaughtering hole. The ground began to warp with the arrival of The Claymore nigh. Atoms split and rejoined, sparks emitted from every direction, the temperature grew intensely unpleasant: no one was leaving this battle alive.

Executioner Magnum exited the rift with lethal wounds, but victorious none the less; Lok-tov's body was no where to be found. She knelt down to rest her person. Bang! Chunks of the earth were uplifted when the Claymore's blade struck the Corrupted Dragonkin. As the blade slowly carved its way through the flesh of the demon, the intense energies emitted from the collision and from the blade itself caused the metals and the bone to infuse at parts and then collapse on itself. Stars were born, but due to the instability of the forces at work each one imploded. Tom had to detach the blade from his ship and take off. The cursed Earth was being consumed by the chain reactions of creation, it would soon pass away.