Ch 3.

The blinding light finally faded, or, at-least, that was what Duo thought, since his vision was gray like it got after looking at the sun for too long. Then, that gray slowly faded and faded, and faded to red.

Well, that was the main colour scheme to be seen. The red of solders’ blood flooded the field before him. It seemed a dam had broken and let the blood out. Like twigs, limbs reached out of the river of blood, reaching for the sky. Pieces of mobile suits sent shadows on some of those limbs. They were different from the mobile suits he knew. Five suits still fought on the battlefield. Four to one were the odds.

One of the four was nearly defeated. Its light gray and sandy colour made it seem a dust ball in Miss Clean’s front entrance. A curved sword, grasped in one hand, was bent at an odd angle. Another like sword stuck out from the red far from its origin suit and that was only half of the sword. The arm that held the sword was the suit’s only arm left. One leg caused the pilot to walk weird because it was missing a leg. Two slashes crossed the suits front.

Another suit seemed to protect the almost defeated one. Its sole colour: dull orange. It stood in front of the injured suit and through various knifes and other weapons at the enemy suit. Since it didn’t go directly into the fight, the only scrapes it sported were a thin scratch down one leg and a dent in one shoulder piece. That seemed fair to Duo; not a single one of its throws hit their target.

Another stayed away from the fight, but not from injuries. It protected a group of foot solders and a hurt suit from death. The solders were either hurt or helping the hurt and the hurt suit. The protecting suit almost blended with the blood; it was a dark red color. It had one sword out and another still unused. Only a few scratches mired it and sometimes it would walk foreword as if to help but then retreat to protect the hurt when the enemy started attaching them.

The one receiving and caring out the attack actually seemed like it was meant to be there. Even to its metal bats’ wing like wings, it was black, pure and deadly black. The blood and its blackness made it into the god of death Duo always claimed to be. Only a single slash on the arm mired it. One weapon it used; a black staffed, steel bladed scythe. The suit swung it with deadly precision at the enemy.

The enemy, now that one was scary. Like an angel sent from heaven, it looked. Except for the blood smeared feet and blood splattered rest, It was white, a more pure white then the black one’s black. To add further to the angel appearance, twin angel wings sprouted from its back, above the sword sheaths that belonged to the swords the suit held. The wings did not hinder the suits performance; in fact it seemed to help the suit move. The suit sported no scratches, not even a nick. The reason for the lack of scratches was its skill. One minute it was one place, the next minute another place. It went under the four’s guards easily, well except for the black one. That was the one it concerted its attack on, the black one.

There fight was fierce and mean with them trading blows like wind. For some reason, they seemed a bit hesitant in their attacks. But they still attached like daemons to each other. The white one led the fight and was clearly the best fighter, but the black one had spirit. A fight against the light and dark, but with the colours mixed up; Duo felt for some reason that the four were the good ones.

For a minute, the dark one seemed to be winning, but then it happened. The white one flung one of its swords right at the orange one. It bared itself in the chest of the orange suit. A pained screech echoed out. The black one lowered its guard and swung its scythe. The weapon hits it mark and bare itself meters deep in the suit. And so did the remanding sword of the white one.

The cockpits opened and two bloody forms tumbled out of their suits. The stumbled to each other and hugged. The man from the black one collapsed in the others arms and their tears mingled. With a ripping sound, angel wings shout out of the boy from the angel suit’s back. The winged boy tightened his hands around the other boy’s waist and flew away.

The blinding light came right after Duo saw the winged boy’s face, right after he saw Heero’s crying face.

And then they were back in the eating hall, but without Heero and the second pendent.

R&R and if you do, I will have chapter four out hopefully tomorrow. And that chapter will be named Explanations.