Unnamed Fan Fiction
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Shots rang out on the desert plateau. Though it was only the afternoon, the light from the end of the firearms could be seen all around. Screams of both men & monster could be heard all around. The crunching of bone, rippling of flesh, smell of gundpowder. A man stumbled into a tent with a latop. He could hear the mortars going off now, this meant trouble. He limped to the desk and opened the drawer. In it was a beautiful sword, Japanese inscriptions all over it and a bronze lion's head forever in a sardonic grim at the top of the hilt. 'Πάτερ ημών ο εν τοις ουρανοίς'. He grabbed the sword, making the sign of the cross with his free hand. He paused, knelt down, turned the sword around in his hand, and plunged it into his chest. Stone faced, eyes begginning to tear, he slowly layed down, waiting for them to extract it.
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They knew it was time, with the sound of the mortar fire they were to retreat back to their initial position. With gallant leaps out of the well dug in trench, just over a dozen men started falling back to a sandbag bunker which over looked the plateau. It was a few hundred meters for them, but it looked alot farther from their point of view. The sound of gun fire gradually got softer and less frequent as they jogged closer and closer to the bunker. They did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, only a few moments passed from this thought and a large explosion was heard. Only two or three people kept their pace while the others turned. It was a horrible sight to turn to, the diesel truck carrying supplies (mainly fuels) was ablaze. The men gasped, while the few still running halted. The soldiers knew this meant trouble as the few vehicles that were positioned around the sandbag bunker wouldn't last a few days travel without refilling the gas tank. The front runner of the group who was about 20ft ahead of the last man began his jog again. As if done like a command, the rest of the group began to follow, with only a few pausing still.
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