On The Morrigan's Wings

[BreathTaker he/him]

    Ok guys, I've been gone forever and I've never really posted here before so I'm going to give it a shot. It's a short story battle scene. I plan on it being pretty violent because... well it's a battle scene between the Celts and the Vikings so there's none of the "Chivalry" or "armor". If it's too bad, I'll tone it down but It'll be in spoiler tags.

 

The giant's blue eyes lost their light as the sword was ripped from his stomach, spraying blood in all directions, Move. Another giant, as big as the first with a mighty axe in one hand and a painted sheild in the other dominates my sight. He dies slower than the first with no hamstring and no throat, the giants are bigger but we are faster, kill. My godesses demand blood, I see her flying over the field on ebony wings, hungry. My sword deftly slides between the ribs of another one of these invaders as he faces one of my brothers, more.

 

I don't know where the invaders are from. The sea, in the north I guess. These giants arrived on long boats and killed our men, and children, and the women... oh the women. The Morrigan demands their blood to feed the thirsty ground. The men demand their blood to free the souls of our fallen families. I demand their blood for my wife.

 

More killing, more death. Yells only, no screams, the giants die with courage and so do we. Axe against sword, spear against axe, fist against fist. The Sisters don't care who dies or how, as long as they are fed.

 

Yet another of these hulking men stands before me, wanting a challenge on even footing. Too bad. kill I run towards the enemy, sword held high, curse on my lips. I drop to my knees and slide under the axe swing from the giant, feeling its breath across my face. I come up again, standing behind my recovering enemy. First he loses a leg, then his head.

 

As I stand over the corpse of my fallen foe, breathing in the deathstink I feel a sharp tug in my chest, die. I look down and see the arrow that will deliver me to my lost wife poking its head out of my ribs.  I live only long enough to face my killer and see him cut down by my brothers. I die with a smile.

[Seonid he/him]

Nice! I read through it, and I enjoy it. I don't have enough time to go through it detail by detail right now, but I'll try to do that and give more detailed feedback sometimes this weekend.