Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Edward walked through a battlefield fogged by splashed blood and dirt as he maneuvered through the mortal combat between the people of Red and his own Undead look-alikes. Cutting off the head of one Red he moved to another, stabbing Zestial though his gut. He ripped her out and cut a third Red in half with the backswing. Then Edward grabbed one of his own by the shoulder and moved it behind himself before headbutting the Red in front of it. He rammed Zesrial’s pummel into one Red’s skull and, still holding her backwards, stabbed Zesrial into the gut of another. He turned around, flipped Zesrial forwards again, and stabbed her through the back of yet another Red man.
“Father!” shouted the Red next to the one Edward just killed.
Edward stared at that Red and burned its father to ash before ripping Zesrial from the father’s back. He slammed her pummel into the one behind him before cutting it in half. “Keep stairing at him, he is gripped by fear. If I can reach out to him I can influence him to fight for more than just his own.” Edward did as Zesrial asked and continued to stare at the Hero of Red as he slaughtered the Red armies before its eyes.
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Maroon Valley in Red had fallen and they had been pushed back to the Scarlet City. However, the ciry streets flowed with the molten blood of their enemy and that was all the modivation any Red would ever need. “Hahaha I’ve never felt so alive!” Brett Jukse shouted as he cut an undead’s heel, gut, then neck.
“This is Battle, my boy!” his father shouted back as he fought along side him. “It is what we Reds were forged in, Brett. What we were born for. Ugh!”
“Father!” Brett turned around and saw the tip of a double edged blade protruding from his father’s chest. Purple lighting flashed and orange fire burned as he watched his father turn to ash before his eyes. He watched as the Fox mercilessly killed his Red brothers. All the while it stared at him with an unblinking gaze. This Fox was not clumsy like the others, this was the first Fox. He found himself parallized and could do nothing but watch in anger and sorrow.
Twas fear that gripped the Hero of Red that day and so he closed his eyes to focus. Then he heard a voice, like an angel, inside his head. “Fight back or all of Rainbow will meet the same fate as your father. You and five others like you are your world’s only hope, Brett Jukse.”
With a bellowing warcry, Brett unleashed his pain and wrath allowing it to echo across the battlefield as he reared his sword back. Running towards the Fox he quickly struck its head with the side of his shield before swinging his, already wound, sword down upon the Fox. He struck the Fox’s blade as it deflected the attack and headbutted Brett, causing him to rear. He held up his shield to block but the Fox grabbed his shield and took it from him, throwing it into another Red man’s skull. He swung his sword, but the Fox cought it with his forearm. Massive claws sprung up from the forarm and locked into the Fox’s fingers, flinging the sword they had caught and disarming Brett of it. The fox picked him up by his helmet and slowly drove its claws into it. Brett cryed out in pain, grabbed the Fox’s ears, and pulled.
With all his might he pulled. For all that had been lost, he pulled. For his people, he pulled. For his father, he pulled. “Pull for Rainbow,” said a voice like an angel in his head. He did and its left ear, ever so slightly, tore and the Fox dropped him and held its ear, growling as molten lava leaked from it. He could see his sword and crawled to it. He could hear the Fox’s foot steps behind him, he could hear the lightning crack as its sword came to it. It was within his reach now, he grabbed his sword and, swung it hard and fast.
The Fox took a few steps back and held its gut, “I’ll be back.” On a bolt of purple lightning the sword left it and struck a mountain top beyond Rainbow’s borders. The Fox then burst into orange flames and disappeared.
* *
From atop their wall of telepathy men and women of the Blue fought for their survival as wave after wave of undead climbed up it. Asher Hiem stabbed his energy sword into an undead and created a massive blue cube of telekinetic energy. He dropped the cube atop a mob of incoming undead and kicked the one he stabbed his sword into off into it. He watched as the undead and the cube fell off the wall and took several other climbing undead with them. “Come on, Henry, we need to…” Asher Hiem was interrupted by the loud crack of a purple lightning bolt. He turned and watched as the chopper carrying their only hope fell to the ground with a fiery explosion. “Fuck, forget that! Get to that chopper, Henry!”
Henry ran to an unoccupied end of the wall and prepared to climb down when he saw the Fox standing there. It put its paw to the wall and reared its head back, “Everyone off the wall!” Henry shouted just before the Fox’s head struck it and the wall began to crack and crumble under their feet. Everything went blurry and Henry’s ears rang as he stubbled across the battlefield. All around him lay dead bodies, Blue dead bodies. The Fox put its foot atop the skull of Asher Hiem and stared at Henry as it crushed the Admiral’s skull beneath its six-inch retractable claws. Henry looked behind himself and saw a wall of perma-telekinetic rubble left behind by the fallen defenders of Blue. Before him stood Hell weilding something so beautiful it could only be described as Heaven, he could see it in the Fox’s eyes, it was Hell and he knew it. Not just that, Henry also noticed there was no hatred in them. “Why are you here?” he asked, standing his ground as the Fox approached. The Fox said nothing and swung its sword down upon Henry, who dodge rolled out of the way and activated the telekinetic blade in his hilt. “You are not looking for anything and do not seem to care about any of the ground you gain. What is the point of your war with us?” The Fox swung its sword back at Henry, who blocked and pushed his way in close, “What did we do to deserve this?”
The Fox smiled and scoffed, “You are joking, right?” it was as though the Fox spoke to his sword. “Alright alright, fine.”
“Who are you talking to?” Henry asked impatiently. “Answer me!”
“Heaven,” the Fox replied.
“Your wha…” he was too confused to finish his own thought.
“You know, I’ve died to three Heros of Rainbow so far and not a single one of them asked me that question. You did,” the Fox replied. “I wonder if the Purple or the Orange will.”
Henry noticed the stab wound through the Fox’s chest along with a large hole made by one or more arrows. There were stitches, improvised from scrap metal, around its waist that seemed to hold the top and bottom halves of the Fox together. “Who or what are you?” Henry asked.
The Fox stomped his right foot on the ground purging, through fire, the area around them, “I am Hell,” it unsheathed the retractable-claw of the middle toe on its right paw-like foot. “When I got here, you people were killing eachother for stupid and pointless reasons,” Henry watched as it began to draw a circle around itself exactly three feet in diameter. “Those of you who did not either ignored it or denied it completely.” Once the circle was complete the Fox stabbed its sword into the ground in front of itself and purple lightning struck it, “but that does not answer your question, now does it? You can create physical walls with your mind, Hero of Blue, bring down mine and I will tell you everything.”
Henry figured the Fox was implying that he atempt to move it out of its circle, “Fair enough,” he said before charging toward the Fox.

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Brett Jukse picked up his father’s sword and vowed, “I will avenge you, Father.” He looked to the provinces of Orange and Purple, “time to answer a few questions, Fox of Orange and Blade of Purple.”