Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Final Battle Date: 98-11-17 22:45:10 EST From: uainss00@umail.ucsb.edu (Sky H Ainsworth) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: Sky H Ainsworth (Note to all: Okay. I haven't been posting MW posts for a long time and the reason is because I've been terribly busy and must of had a bout of writers block, or drain is more like it. Also, I haven't kept up on reading the MW posts from Eric or Schala, or even Beth. But I do know the final battle we all had planned out and so, here goes. Hope you guys like it.) "I must taste blood!" screamed Bacca, his body quivering, head thrown back. All present were taken aback at this. It finally seemed that peace would was at hand, yet here was Bacca going insane. "What is the meaning of this?" asked Mog. Scotts, Bacca's second in command, shook his head, unsure of what was going on himself. "We know," said Ozzie and Slash, the Mystics. "There is a spirit inside of Bacca," said Ozzie. "When he and Drugga battled, Drugga must have dealt a severe blow to Bacca," continued Slash. "In that moment of weakness, the spirit most likely came forward and offered Bacca a chance at power. And Bacca took it. Now the spirit is inhabiting his body... and from the looks of things, battling for control with his mind." "Enough!" cried Bacca. He drew his swords faced the Dark Alliance leaders, his face contorted by rage. "You have tried to trick me for the last time, and now you will pay. I have come here to wet the ground with your blood and feed the birds with your carrion. Now is the time for your deaths!" Bacca turned and hurried to his chocobo. Scotts hesitated, but followed. Ozzie called after the wizened general. "Heed our words. Bacca is not himself. He will lead you to ruin if you do not stop him." Scotts paused for a moment before mounting his chocobo and following after Bacca. Drugga looked about the gathered leaders. "Whaz goingz to happend now?" Mog turned back to his camp, and started walking. "We fight." As Bacca met the front line of human troops, he started issuing orders. The front ranks of heavy infantry, armed with large shields and spears, readied themselves, forming into their phalanxes. The medium infantry; armed with swords and smaller shields; formed ranks and stood at the ready behind the heavy infantry. Archers formed behind the medium, with cavalry and auxilary units behind them as well. "Arise! Arise! Now is the time to deal out the destruction which these foul monsters have given us for the past year. Now is the time to exact our vengeance on those who would seek to end all of humanity on this world." Bacca's voice carried across the amassed troops with what seemed little effort. "I have lead you here today to let the enemy know that we will take the offensive if necessary. We will destroy them to protect what is ours. We will let them know that we cannot be stopped. That our humanity gives us strength. We shall wipe these fouls beings from the face of the earth. We shall show them the true folly of their ways in attacking our cities and killing our people. "Together, we will vanquish the Dark Alliance and drive them straight to the gates of hell!!!" With that, the assembled troops of humans and cloned Lance Henriksens cheered in unison. Bacca rode past the front ranks and made his way to the back, to where his commanders awaited him. "Are the troops ready?" asked the High Lord of All That Kicks Ass. "We await your command, my lord," answered a colonel. "Have them move out," said Bacca. "Let's not give the moogles any more time to prepare." "Sir!" Bacca sat astride his chocobo and watched as his infantry units started marching forward, followed by the archers and cavalry units. Bacca could not help but think of what had happened so far in the war. After the moogles had taken and sacked close to all the cities on the planet, humanity had fled into the forests and mountains, or congregated in the few remaining cities left standing. Now Vector was the human base of operations, and humanity's last hope. In the last few months, so much had happened. After the defeat at the ancient fortress, the human army had retreated to Vector. Bacca, however, sneaked out to try to save Lady Paladin, Schala, and the Druidess Kaitlin. Discovering Schala's reticence to be freed left Bacca stunned. Then Bacca nearly died trying to rescue Lady Paladin, or did he die? Bacca was unsure. His fight with Drugga had left him dazed. Bacca dimnly remembered being struck with two or three arrows, but the pain was so far away at that time. The last memory he had was of waking up in a tent. But he also had a dim memory of a figure, his father, who called to him, offering him- "Shall I order the troops to close ranks sir?" asked the officer riding next to Bacca. "Wha-... ah, yes," said Bacca, snapping out of his reverie. He looked about him. The sound of marching steps and men banging their spears and swords against their shields field the air. The front ranks had neared the moogle ranks, which were still desperately trying to organize into a cohesive force. As the command horn went out, the front ranks of soldiers brought their large shields to the fore and formed a long, unbroken wall of wood, with spears protruding like spines between them. The medium infantry continued to bang their shields, giving courage to their comrades, driving fear into the moogles. "Order the archers to loose when in range," said Bacca. "Yes, sir," replied an officer. Bacca watched as the front line of moogles formed a loose line of infantry. Spears, lances, and swords were held at the ready, with bucklers as thier only defenses. The moogles let loose a barrage of arrows. The humans responded by raising their shields and forming a large roof over their heads. Forming a giant turtle formation, the humans continued to march forward. When in range, the human longbowmen unleashed their salvos. Thousands of cloth-yard shafts filled the air with their white plums and wisps of shooting through the air. The rained down on the moogles, striking the unprepared and smashing through their bucklers. The moogles caused light damage to the humans, but the humans scored severe damage on the white furballs. Not waiting for another barrage, the moogles roared in unison and charged. However their broken formation did little to the strong line of human soldiers. Several moogles were impaled on spear points and heads befored even getting close to the shield wall. Forward the humans marched, unchecked in their march of death. The meadow the humans had formed up in began to widen the closer it got to the moogle camp. This left an opening gap on either side of the human infantry and some moogles began to take this advantage and attack the flanks. Bacca then ordered the medium infantry and auxiliary units to move out. A few thousand soldiers changed direction and continued at an angle towards the open areas. After a while, they began encountering the moogles. This time, though, the humans were not in formation and instead met the moogles in open combat. The human's size demonstrated itself and allowed them to dominate this area of the field. Moogleboars began appearing in the onslaught, and these large creatures began to deal damage to the lines of spearmen. The archers, however, continued their barrage of arrows and struck many down, the human turtle formation unfazed. The front ranks of the humans eventually met the crude defenses of the moogle's camp: a trench and palisade. Since dead bodies began covering both, the humans had only minor difficulty in scaling these obstacles. But, the archers had to stop their barrage, which let more moogleboars have access to the humans. The medium infantry and auxiliary units swarmed over the moogle defenses and rushed into the camp. But at this time, the press of the moogles swelled immensely, the human advance stopped. Bacca then turned to the Scottish lowlander who rode a horse beside him. "It is time, my friend," said Bacca. "Aye," replied the man. He turned his horse and hurried over to his troops, urging them on, they raced to the palisade, which was five feet high, and formed a long line atop it. "Moogles! I am William Wallace. I have come here today to slaughter the lot of yea. If you have on ounce of intelligence in your heads, you'll turn and flee now. Live or die!" The moogles roared back in reply. "Well then! Boys!" The Scotsmen turned about and pulled up their kilts, exposing their buttocks to the moogles. The moogles quieted down, while the Scots roared. Righting themselves, Wallace called out, "Attack!" The Scottish warriors raced over the ground, through the few humans battling, and engaged the moogle horde. Bacca was amazed at how the Scottsmen proved a match for the moogleboars. Then Bacca saw a site that made his eyes widen. Amidst the combatants, the members of the Pool Wrestling Federation were present, fighting along with the humans and the moogles. The Caretaker grapped moogles by the necks and squeezed the life out of them. The Master bum-rushed and tangled the moogleboars. The Duke went about eye-gouging his opponents, then ripping their arms off and beating them with their limbs. The Assman ran about in a mad rush. Running up to moogles, he would kick them in the groin, then, while his opponent was doubled over, he would pull a knife and slit the moogle's throat. The Assman then saw a moogleboar that had tripped and was slowly getting up. Running and leaping off the corpse of a dead moogleboar, the Assman twisted and landed atop the moogleboar with the "Thunder Cheeks of Hell." The impact broke the spine of the moogleboar and incapicated the white, furry creature. The Assman, exalted in his victory, stood up, arms raised above his head triumphantly. He then lowered his arms and did a little dance before going on to his next opponent. Bacca shook his head at the antics. "At least they are doing something for us," muttered Bacca. Bacca continued to watch the carnage and could only feel a growing excitement within him. Bodies piled up. The humans were decimating the moogles, but were starting to take heavier and heavier losses. Bacca felt that with one fatal swoop, he could eliminate the moogles forever. Without a word, Bacca rode his chocobo into the fray. He skirted the infantry and archers and rushed right into the thick of the fray, where the moogles were making an advance. "I am Death Incarnate!" cried the High Lord as he started swinging his swords about. Moogles and moogleboars started falling about Bacca, none of them able to get close as the High Lord's berserker rampage took effect. Everything became a haze to Bacca, he swung and swung, sometimes seeing, sometimes not seeing who or what he hit. The Chocobo, scared and frightened by everything, slowly walked forward, into the moogle camp, and away from the piling dead bodies and smell of blood. Bacca paid no heed. He only felt exaltation. His body pulsed with energy. His two long swords became extensions of his arms. Bacca's whole body became a weapon. Then, Bacca felt himself flying through the air. He tucked and rolled on the ground, coming to his feet. He looked about and saw a spear protruding from the body of his chocobo. Bacca grunted, and looked for the owner of the spear, but instead saw a towering figure coming forward. Drugga, ruler of the Orcs, strode forward, a few of his soldiers trailing behind, onto the battle ground. Standing higher then all those around him, Bacca could not mistake the dark skinned being. "Drugga! Come to me! Come to meet your death!" yelled Bacca. The orc looked in Bacca's direction grunted. Readying his club, Drugga strode forward, knocking aside moogles in his way, and stood before Bacca. "Nowz, youz die!" said Drugga. With that, he swung his club. Bacca dodged the swing and returned with a riposte, aiming to strike a point against Drugga's flesh. But the orc retreated a step and returned with a feint, deflecting Bacca's swords. The two exchanged blows, advancing and retreating, neither giving in. Bacca displayed remarkable strength, Drugga noted. Several times he was able to block one of Drugga's club swings and when locked, the smaller man was able to push back the larger orc. But Bacca started faltering. He had battled longer then Drugga, and his second wind was fading. His enhanced abilities lessened, his power draining. Where Bacca was originally driving the attack, now he was defending as best he could. Drugga saw this and started pressing his advantage. Then it happened. Bacca made a mistake. He tried to cross his swords and catch Drugga's club, but missed, and the orc and pulled back and swung. The club connected on Bacca's shoulder and upper arm and the impact was so great that Bacca was launched into the air. The High Lord dropped his swords. Landing in a heap, Bacca, in a daze, sat up and tried to stand on his feet. Drugga stepped forward and swung again, this time striking Bacca's other shoulder. The force of the blow knocked Bacca straight into the ground, his head striking hard. Bacca lay there, unmoving. Drugga, panting, stood over his opponent. Looking over the battlefield, the orc could see that the humans had long since retreated, as orc and lizar reinforcements aided their moogle allies. Drugga then looked back down to Bacca. "Nowz, whaz doz we doz wid youz?" Sky H Ainsworth From: His Dark Lordship To: Dragoonlass Date: Wednesday, November 18, 1998 7:46 PM Subject: Re: [MW] The Final Battle Jaana, forward this to the list. Bacca groaned. He looked up. The humans were begining to falter. He saw that damn Dildo weapon tearing his soldiers to shreds. Drugga's orks, bloodmad as they were, seemed to refuse to harm the scotsmen, though he saw many of them trying on the kilts of some of the fallen. One was even chasing a sheep they brought along. He felt one final spurt of energy. But he had to let it grow... Drugga looked around. The Dark Lord was nearby. "Damn, not bad considering it was a surprise attack." he said. Rktktos came up. "The last minute training plan of mine worked out after all." he chuckled. Drugga grined a toothy grin. "Weez gotz Buckweet 'ere. Weez moight az well showz 'em." "Interesting attitude you've taken..." said the Dark Lord. "Too much funguz beer." A maiden and her escourts crawled up, dragging a sack. "Dammit, we're here." "Huh? Oh, hey babe!" chuckled Drugga. "Diz da breasted man?" Alena opened the sack and a man wearing a cup size 3 bra rolled out. "What the hell's going on?" he asked. "Jus' needz ta burrow yer condament." said Drugga as he ripped down the guys pants. "Ewww..." said Alena as she gaze at his member. Drugga grabbed part of it and ripped something off. He held it in front of him, then grunted in satisfacation. "Diz iz it. Ya may leeve now." "What the hell's all this for?" asked Rktktos. "Diz iz da holy condom uv titriarch. Itz da lazt pieec of da horetown uv atlantis." "Lovely." he said. "What the hell's the point of it?" "It enhancez tingz." said Drugga. "AH NEED A STRAPON!" he yelled, suddenly. A couple ork warriors ran up and threw one at him, then returned to the raging battle. "Groet." Drugga applied the silk condom to the ork dildo. It glowed lightly. He then stuck it in his pocket. "Now, go out dare an' kill sumptin." he chuckled. The Dark Lord sighed and walked off. Rktktos followed. Suddenly, Drugga felt a blade in his thigh. He looked over. It was Bacca. "Bak 'fer mere, eh?" he asked. He pushed him off and grabbed his klubb. "Lez go." Bacca fented and struck Drugga's thigh again. Drugga bonked him on the head while he did this. Drugga then brought his klubba arounds and threw the sword from Bacca's hand. He then threw the klubb aside. "Now, weez foight like reel orkz." he said. "Fine by me." said Bacca, as he suddenly threw a hadoken, which scalded Drugga's arm. "OW! Well, eef ya kan do dat, ahz canz do DIZ! HOM-SUCK-A-DOODLE-WEEGA!" Drugga threw a hurricane kick, which Bacca ducked. Drugga then flew into a tree, knocking it square over. "OW!!! OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWFUCK!!!!" yelled Drugga as he clutched his leg. Bacca grabbed his sword and opted to chop off his head. "WOAH!" Drugga ducked and sweeped him, then kicked him in DA NUTZ. "YEOWCH!!" screamed Bacca. Bacca's sweetheart, the LadyPaladin, rushed up with her Wakizashi to strike, but Drugga smelt her perfume. He twisted about and grasped her nipples, and holding them raised her above his head, then snapped his elbows and sent her flying into Stone Cold Steve Austin, who then went flying into Scotts, who then went flying into Rktktos, who then proceeded to kick his ass. While Drugga was enjoying this spectacle Bacca got over the pain in his loins, and stood up behind Drugga, and holding his long sword with two hands slashed across Drugga's back. Drugga fell to the ground with a roar. Bacca rolled him over. Drugga put his hand on his Spikey klubb but Bacca put his sword to his throat. "Now, Drugga, you will face the humiliation of being slain by a `humie'." said Bacca, and he raised his sword back to behead him. "Dotz where yer wrong." said Drugga. Bacca swung his sword low, and it hit the dildo Drugga enhanced earlier, which Drugga pulled out. THe sword shattered. Drugga grinned. "Alwayz iz da peniz moitier dan da swerd." Drugga then swung his spikey klubb up to Bacca's head, where it connected. Bacca's eyes went wild, his body twitched and he fell to the floor. A gaseous substance began to flow from his nostrials. "Get me a dustbuster!" yelled Drugga. Another grot ran up with one. Drugga held it at the gas. "Take DIZ ya Vorlon sunuvaBITCH!!!" he activated it and the spirit was sealed forever in the dustbuster. "Detain diz idiot." he said. OOC: Okay, Schala's turn to catch up. Send all MW posts to me. =) -- The eternal lord of darkness... "Leave us.. the dog eats strangers" - Shadow, FF3 -GM of FF2c -Former ruler of the ffml ICQ UIN# 23424269 System: Amiga 4000/040 Opalvision ---INTEL/MICROSOFT FREE---