The battle of legends


On a hillside amidst a grass meadow stood a lone figure, dressed in traditional samurai armour. Behind him was an army of 300 faithful warriors readying themselves for battle. Out gazed the lone figure, over the sight that caused fear to spread into the hearts of those who had no ability to fight, lined up on the grass half, a mile ahead, were the government army of over a million. The figure looked out over the sea of flags and pulse rifles, all of these soldiers had been trained in state of the art warfare but then again the sole occupation of the army that lay behind him was to destroy any threat to there way of life.
  “Orders General Sintro?” asked a voice from behind, “Ready the army for war Pachi get them to line up on top of this hill.” Replied Sintro.
  “Right away sir” came the answer and soon the army was standing atop the hill facing the enemy.
  “Archers to the left!” Sintro ordered and a group lead by Pachi moved into position, “Charge party at the front!” he shouted and a line of soldiers stood in a neat row in front of him, “Where the heck is Leon” but even as Sintro said it he knew, turning around he saw a dot on the horizon “Pachi give him something to remember us by.” Sintro ordered and with that Pachi pulled a arrow out of his quiver and mounted it into his bow, he pulled back the bowstring and let go, the dot on the horizon fell out of sight “Nice shot!” said Sintro                                          “Any time” replied Pachi and he resumed his position with the archers
  “ARE WE READY FOR WAR?” asked Sintro, a great roar when up and Sintro unsheathed his sword, in his hand he held a blade of magnificent beauty on the blade was an inscription which red “Forgotten warrior” around the blade was a green ever burning flame which caused this sword deal enormous damage to the enemy, Sintro had travelled to the end of the planet to find this sword, it was made using the fire which burned inside him.
  All around him fellow warriors unsheathed their swords but none were like the sword that Sintro held “CHARGE PARTY READY!” shouted Sintro
“READY” came the reply
“CHARGE!” Sintro ordered and the line of soldiers ran down the hill and simultaneously burst into flame. The government soldiers aimed their pulse rifles. An eager warrior stepped pasted Sintro but he held him back “In chess the pawns go first”. The government army fired their guns and the charge party fell to the ground. “Pachi cover us” said Sintro and all the archers loaded their bows and he led the rest of the army as they left the archers at the top of the hill, charged downward then Pachi and the other archers fired their arrows and three lines of the government army fell to the ground dead, at which point Sintro and the army broke into the middle of the swarm, surrounded by government soldiers. Sintro began to fight. Knocking his gun aside, Sintro lunged his sword forward melting the government’s standard issue armour plating and killing him instantly pulling his sword out of the body, he then quickly moved on slicing another enemies neck, swivelling his sword in his hand he turned the blade around and killed the soldier behind him, blocking pulse bolts from the front Sintro stabbed the one who had fired at him. Bringing the blade of his sword over his head, Sintro sliced another soldier’s head clean off, bringing the sword backwards he caught another enemy under the chin. Burning flesh was all Sintro could smell. His mind only set on killing these fools who dared to challenge him. All around him he could sense that the last few of his faithful army was being destroyed, he knew he was the last one left. A moments lack of concentration lead to a painful shot in the shoulder, he fell to the ground having a sudden vision of his village. It was calm and peaceful, but then the wooden houses burst into flames and the laughter into screams. Responsible for this were the government’s soldiers they had orders to destroy the village because Sintro and the rest of his tribe had disagreed that the land on which they were living was going to be turned into a modern city, this had been the reason for going to war. Burning with anger he leaped up and in his hand a great fire sword had been created from his anger and hatred, moving quickly through the sea of government soldiers, he dual wielded the two swords that despatched nearly all of the million soldiers that eventually cornered him. He still fought on killing any who dared to come to close. After many hours Sintro was running out of energy, the leader of the government army and his captain pushed their way to the front         “Are you telling me there is still one of them left captain?” asked the leader
  “I am afraid so, this one dose seem to be much more aggressive than the others.” replied the captain “let me see.” ordered the leader as he pushed through the circle surrounding Sintro, all around him lay dead soldiers that had tried to get closer “I will have to take care of him” said the leader pulling out his pulse gun he pointed it at Sintro and pulled the trigger as quick as lightning. Sintro span and knocked the pulse bolt back at the leader who fell to the floor dead.
  “Keep him alive” said the captain “I may know a use for him” and with that all the soldiers standing around the circle set their pulse rifles to stun they fired and all Sintro saw was black.