****PART 2****
The city was in chaos; screams and yelling could be heard from distance. Houses were burning and smoke tumbling into the sky as if from a refinery. Sexy Bahamut's Palace was sealed and barricaded with obstacles to prevent The Horde from rushing in. Droids, ready to fire, were on top of the fortified walls. Thousands strong of the Sexy Soldier Army were behind the great gate of the palace, shoving as much weighty objects behind the gate as possible. I, Sexy Eagle, limped to find cover and crouched behind it. Being left outside the palax I had tried to locate any soldiers from my unit. None had been found. I held my weapon across my chest, praying to God in silence hoping to survive. The Horde Fighter division, like swarms of ants, had stormed Doomer's Empire, the capital of the Sexy Empire. The city gates were splintered, and the savages charged toward the broken gate, killing whatever in their way. The gate gaurds were mostly shot and beheaded; the sense of terror was relinquished upon the city. Citizens ran for their lives, but nowhere was safe. Doomed they were, grabbing their farming tools to fight back. But resistance was futile. The savages, outnumbering the Sexy Soldier Army, anticipated no mercy to anyone, including children and women. Those who attempted to resist were old farmers, since most of the youth were drafted by the government. But where were they?
A reinforcement of ten thousands droids was ordered to camp here from the south 2 weeks ago, they were supposed to be here by now according to Sexy Portgas. Either they had been decimated by The Horde on the way here, or they had deliberately not showed up to take advantage of this situation, declaring independance from the Sexy Empire.
It all seemed hopeless. The Empire of Sexy Doomer would be fallen in the hand of The Horde sooner or later. I felt hatred toward the fact that my own useless governement, that had plundered their poor farmers in the name of defense against The Horde, failed this country. A score of droids spurred past the stack of crates behind which i took cover. The sound of the machinery made my hands shiver. I gripped the shrapnel that had been twisted into my thigh, and pulled. A chunk of flesh came loose with the piece of metal; blood spurting. I ripped a rag from my clothing and applied pressure as hard as I could to stop the bleeding.
I peered into the street. A man running away from a chasing droid was caught up to and his head was sheered off with The Horde crescent sword. The head thumped onto the ground and rolled over a few paces, while the headless body collapsed instantly. Oh heaven, I thought, gripping my weapon harder. "Eagle," a voice whispered right behind me. Instinctively I swung my weapon across my back, but was blocked on the elbow. Fear had made me senseless to my own ally. A Fleet Admiral, from the same family as me, let go of my elbow and whispered "Eagle, its me Tough."
"Listen to me, Eagle," Tough explaing, "We have to reach the palace for safety. "I was confused, but wasn't the palace seald, and did he think that they would take the chance to unseal the gate to let two more in? "I will figure out a way, the city gate to the outside has been broken and occupied, so trying to escape from the city is impossible." Tough explained further. I nodded my head and received the pole from Tough to support myself. We were on our way to the palace.
Tough knew the best way there. We waded through the city, avoiding Horde droids and fighters who were too busy plundering civilians. "3 blocks to the palace" Tough gestued towards the front. Suddenly two soldiers rounded the corner behind us and charged towards us. Shouting curses in their language, one of them aimed his weapon at me running full speed. I held my weapon in fighting position and war cried. Tough pointed his rifle toward the charging soldier in defense, ready to plunge. A man, out of nowhere, tackled one of the passing soldiers onto the ground. The man scurried toward the fallen soldier and stabbed his throat before he even had time to stand up. The remaining soldier, shouted for backup. However, he was silenced as Tough plunged his bayonet on his rifle into his chest. We were lucky that Horde Soldiers did not wear armor, otherwise the bayonet would not have penetrated. The patriotic man introduced himself as Paytime and joined us.
Having passed three blocks we arrived at the palace gate. Amazingly, on of the soldiers on guard recognized Tough. He then asked others to take his post while he went to report to the commander. What was there to report? just le us in, I thought.
"Ready, aim." Sergeants bellowed and passed orders down to the soldiers on top. The rifles were then being fired at us. What the hell was going on? we thought, while dodging rounds. By the time we realized that they had suspected us as Horde spies who intended to trick our way inside and open the gate to welcome the enemy, Tough had already been perforated by bullets. Paytime, who had joined us, sprinted away carrying me behind his back. He ran like a rabbit avoiding a hunter's arrows.
Feeling betrayed by my own government, tears filled my eyes. I wept and shuddered by the force of his powerful legs as he ran. I thanked him and heard an acknowledgment in return. My would bled again; the blood saturated his clothing at the side. Not knowing where he was heading to, I struggled to stay conscious as the blood leaking like melting ice.
He growled in pain and collapsed as a piece of shrapnel penetrated his chest. I was thrown onto the ground, clutching my injured thigh. A score of Horde surrounded us. I looked up into the sky and grinned. It was over for me, the man dying next to me and certainly this Empire.
The Horde has arrived.....
