[Fic] Blood Lust
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kittydesadeTitle: Blood Lust
Characters: Sharan, Loki
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Summary: After the battle is over...
Cut, strike, parry. Fall back.
There was a kind of joy in the simplicity of warfare. A sadness in reducing humans to numbers and figures on a board, marks on a hide, rocks in the sand. Reducing any sort of lives to the exchange of numbers was a sadness, but when it came down to it the struggle for a cause or a land or a group of people or even for simple survival gave her joy. Fierce and powerful.
She left it up to her brothers and sisters to attend to the more cerebral needs; give her a sword or an axe or a horse and the forefront of a crowd any time. The physical struggle, the goal, the act of achieving something was what made her who she was. And here in the midst of a battle she could glory in who and what she was to her heart's content. It had been a long time since there was a cause and a battle that required her presence, that wasn't just humans killing humans in reaction, not action. It had been even longer since she had been in the forefront like this.
Cut, strike, parry. Another sword bit into her arm and she reached up and grabbed it near to the hilt where the edge tapered off, yanked it forward and then slammed the pommel into the offending soldier's nose. He screamed and fell backwards. Noses were such fragile things. She stabbed him in the gut and favored him with a painless death and a vision of his reward in the afterlife before he died. He'd been a good soldier.
When the fighting thinned a bit she looked around at her opponents, sizing them up. Her general was shouting orders, commands that she only heard by the grace of her super-human abilities, but which she relayed to her cadre of Amazons nonetheless. They were known to be fearsome fighters for a reason, and her Sarmatian warriors followed their leader-priestess with a will that was buoyed up by her unusual status for her gender, at least nominally. It helped that she was a creature far more than human, not even a she, technically. She had a certain amount of autonomy as a result of all the difference, and the fact that she and her Amazons were responsible for nearly half the deaths on the battlefield.
The fighters crashed together again. This battle was almost over, but there would be more. The humans were tiring, and tomorrow would be soon enough. After this one skirmish.
She parried one stroke, dodged a third man, and slit the throats of her two opponents at one overarching sweep of her arm. When the sun started to dive, generals on both sides called the retreat. None to soon, either. Her shoulders ached a bit.
"Rub that out for you?"
"I knew you were there. Haven't you given up trying to sneak up on me?" Fingers pressed into her shoulders nonetheless, and she sighed in relief. He did have such good hands.
"Never. Besides, I can still surprise you."
"Mm-hmm. You should have seen the looks my girls gave me when I started swearing. Whatever possessed you to take the seat of the head of the tribe?" She looked over her shoulder. "And you're going to get skewered or clobbered if you wear those colors in here and someone sees you. I doubt you'd like that."
"Oh." He changed his clothes with an airy wave of his hand. The enemy's colors and costume disappeared, replaced by an outfit more appropriate to her side. "No, that'd be…"
"Irritating?"
"An impediment to my plans," he told her in a lofty tone. Another gesture and he was totally, splendidly naked. She turned to face him and couldn't quite keep the smile from her face.
"I'm tired. It's been a long day, a busy day, and I'm exhausted."
His hands moved to her waist, sliding around, pulling her closer. As her body bumped up against his she noted that he'd vanished her armor as well.
"Not too exhausted, I hope?"
"Mm." Her arms slid around his neck, a soft sigh that had nothing to do with the brief exasperation and everything to do with the way his hips slid into hers. "After the day's exertions you'll have some work to do to convince me I'm not too exhausted."
"I think I'm up to that."
"I think you are, too."
Characters: Sharan, Loki
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Summary: After the battle is over...
Cut, strike, parry. Fall back.
There was a kind of joy in the simplicity of warfare. A sadness in reducing humans to numbers and figures on a board, marks on a hide, rocks in the sand. Reducing any sort of lives to the exchange of numbers was a sadness, but when it came down to it the struggle for a cause or a land or a group of people or even for simple survival gave her joy. Fierce and powerful.
She left it up to her brothers and sisters to attend to the more cerebral needs; give her a sword or an axe or a horse and the forefront of a crowd any time. The physical struggle, the goal, the act of achieving something was what made her who she was. And here in the midst of a battle she could glory in who and what she was to her heart's content. It had been a long time since there was a cause and a battle that required her presence, that wasn't just humans killing humans in reaction, not action. It had been even longer since she had been in the forefront like this.
Cut, strike, parry. Another sword bit into her arm and she reached up and grabbed it near to the hilt where the edge tapered off, yanked it forward and then slammed the pommel into the offending soldier's nose. He screamed and fell backwards. Noses were such fragile things. She stabbed him in the gut and favored him with a painless death and a vision of his reward in the afterlife before he died. He'd been a good soldier.
When the fighting thinned a bit she looked around at her opponents, sizing them up. Her general was shouting orders, commands that she only heard by the grace of her super-human abilities, but which she relayed to her cadre of Amazons nonetheless. They were known to be fearsome fighters for a reason, and her Sarmatian warriors followed their leader-priestess with a will that was buoyed up by her unusual status for her gender, at least nominally. It helped that she was a creature far more than human, not even a she, technically. She had a certain amount of autonomy as a result of all the difference, and the fact that she and her Amazons were responsible for nearly half the deaths on the battlefield.
The fighters crashed together again. This battle was almost over, but there would be more. The humans were tiring, and tomorrow would be soon enough. After this one skirmish.
She parried one stroke, dodged a third man, and slit the throats of her two opponents at one overarching sweep of her arm. When the sun started to dive, generals on both sides called the retreat. None to soon, either. Her shoulders ached a bit.
"Rub that out for you?"
"I knew you were there. Haven't you given up trying to sneak up on me?" Fingers pressed into her shoulders nonetheless, and she sighed in relief. He did have such good hands.
"Never. Besides, I can still surprise you."
"Mm-hmm. You should have seen the looks my girls gave me when I started swearing. Whatever possessed you to take the seat of the head of the tribe?" She looked over her shoulder. "And you're going to get skewered or clobbered if you wear those colors in here and someone sees you. I doubt you'd like that."
"Oh." He changed his clothes with an airy wave of his hand. The enemy's colors and costume disappeared, replaced by an outfit more appropriate to her side. "No, that'd be…"
"Irritating?"
"An impediment to my plans," he told her in a lofty tone. Another gesture and he was totally, splendidly naked. She turned to face him and couldn't quite keep the smile from her face.
"I'm tired. It's been a long day, a busy day, and I'm exhausted."
His hands moved to her waist, sliding around, pulling her closer. As her body bumped up against his she noted that he'd vanished her armor as well.
"Not too exhausted, I hope?"
"Mm." Her arms slid around his neck, a soft sigh that had nothing to do with the brief exasperation and everything to do with the way his hips slid into hers. "After the day's exertions you'll have some work to do to convince me I'm not too exhausted."
"I think I'm up to that."
"I think you are, too."