Hey there everyone, this is the opening teaser to chapter 2 and I would like
everyone's opinion on it. Also for general knowlegde, Caledwlch (pronounced
kal-ed-doul)-"Hard Lightning". This the Gaelic (Welsh variety) term for
Excalibur. This is in effect the non-romance version of Arthurian legends
(at least the part I'm using). Therefore there will be no knights in shining
armor. Most armor would be padded or studded leather. A few would have
either ring or chain mail and Arthur would possess the most advanced armor at
this time scale mail.
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Blood of Heroes
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
Written By: The King of Ducks.
Chapter 2:
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"Disclaimer" by the Offspring on Ixnay on the Hombre.>
All around him a battle raged. Men fought and died against more men,
everyone dressed in unusual armor. Armor that was plain and dirty. But not
Ranma, his bright metal armor was hammered in such a way that it looked like
fish scales and it shone like mirror in the sunlight. Ranma lifted his
massive long sword, still a new weapon and men weren't used to it. He hefted
it and spurred his horse downwards and men broke rank before him. His
soldiers, seeing their king charge forward and shining like a demigod renewed
their struggles with a great fury.
Blood gushed forward as Ranma's long sword, Caledwlch (or Excalibur as
the barbarians called it) carved into an enemy soldier and then came out the
other side. Ranma struck another and another before turning his horse and
making another pass. His soldiers broke one sheild wall and then another.
Ranma and his soldiers had begun a rout of the enemy. Soon enough their foes
would be on the run...
An sword barely missed Ranma who then turned and parried a down coming
stroke. /Mordred,/ Ranma thought. /About time he showed. Now we can settle
this once and for all./ Ranma swung back and Mordred parried. Now the
battle became uncertain as Mordred's troops were rallied by their leader's
presence. Back and forth Ranma and Mordred battled, their swords flashing
like lightning from the gods. Neither one gained an advantage over the other
and the battle around them evened out once more.
"Prepare to die Arthur," Mordred's voice boomed out over battlefied.
/Arthur? The name's Ranma, you idiot,/ Ranma thought as he parried
another thrust and countered with one of his own.
Mordred drew back and laughed evilly as he removed his leather
breastplate and threw it to the ground. Ranma sat there mystified as Mordred
raised himself up and stood on his horse's back. Then with a cry like that
of a dying god, Mordred hurled himself forward, his sword slashing down and
hitting Ranma's. Ranma and Mordred fell to the ground from the force of
Mordred's attack. Ranma was slow getting up as his armor was so heavy,
however Mordred was up already and swung, his sword clanging off Ranma's
armor.
"Bastard," Ranma screamed as he swung Caledwlch at Mordred who blocked.
Ranma swung again and again while his armor began to slow him down. Then
Ranma was all defensive as Mordred lashed out lightning fast in an all out
offensive, which left just enough room for...
"Die you bastard," Ranma shouted as he brought his sword into Mordred's
unprotected belly. Mordred stopped his attack and blood began to well up
from his mouth. Mordred fell to his knees as Ranma pulled Excalibur from
Mordred's stomach. Ranma turned and began cleaning the blood from Caledwlch.
"It isn't over yet, father," Mordred grunted as he used his sword to
stand. Then, as
Ranma slowly turned Mordred brought the sword full force to Ranma's neck,
severing it...
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Ranma sat up sweating and looked around. To his right, a panda lay
sleeping and snoring. And Ranma sighed, /A dream. That's all... but it was
the third time this week. Maybe I oughta talk to the old ghoul, she might
know some stuff. And why does the name Arthur sound so damn familiar?/
Ranma's thoughts rambled on and were distorted as the dream had been.
Slowly Ranma shook his head to clear it and then he glanced around the
room. The clock on the dresser flashed "4:00 AM" repeatedly in harsh red
romanji. Ranma shook his head and sighed before he lay back down once more.
He closed his eyes and drifted back into an uninterrupted slumber...
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