Subj: [ffml] [MW] Tooth 'n Nail
Date: 00-05-06 20:42:51 EDT
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The bait force was out. The entrances were fortified.
No one was getting into this city. Not if Mog could help it.
Mog sat atop a great Black Chocobo. It squawked nervously.
The Reptites could be easily seen on the horizon. Mog pulled out his
spyglass and examined the force.
His eyes squinted in a sort of anger.
"Fuck... Miscount."
Mozga looked at Mog.
"The Reptites had a similar idea to our own."
"How many?"
"Ten, possibly fifteen thousand."
Mozga swore.
The Bait force poured back in through the gates. The Reptite force
thundering down into the valley. Mog examined his forces.
There was no way he would be able to hold off a Reptite attack of 15000
while walled up in the city. Not when the Reptites had thier war beasts.
Mog sighed..
"Fuck me..." he grumbled. "Mozga. You have exactly four minutes to get the
entire army rallied. We're gonna have to meet them out there. Vector
doesn't have the resources for a lengthy seige."
Mozga nodded and rushed off.
Mog looked around franticly.
"Fuck... Turan's gone..."
He shook his head. Turan's absensce meant that the Moogles were out 2000
troops, leaving Mog with about 11000. Against the Reptites, that wasn't
much, even with the cities' defense grid backing them.
Mog sat and thought for a moment.
THen he stood up.
"Cartman!"
Cartman appeared in a flash of smoke.
"What's up?"
"We need your help."
"You're telling me."
Mog nodded.
"You're here to help us, correct? Then help us against the Reptites."
Cartman nodded.
Mog sighed. Mozga rushed back.
"Sir! The soldiers are ready!"
Mog nodded. He hoped something powerful was with him today.
* * * * * * * *
The Reptite force stood as one. Set units of soldiers, large living tanks
of
Triceritops, and then the Tyranosaurs.
Ussracts sat atop a smaller Tyranosaur. He had his Scimitar out, raised up,
ready to announce the charge.
Then, the gates of Vector opened.
All the eyes were fixated on the slowly opening gate. 15000 glittering,
Golden eyes.
The Moogle force rushed out, screaming, roaring. Ussracts dropped the
Scimitar and the Reptites met the charge.
The two forces met, forming a solid line. Ussracts, in the lead, quickly
found himself accosted by two Moogleboars bearing Bastard Swords. Although
movement was rather restricted by the conflict, Ussracts rode his steed
between them, his Scimitar depraving one of it's head. The other swung it's
Blade at Ussracts, which Ussracts parried with his arm bracer. His steed
quickly sunk it's jaws into the Moogleboar's shoulder, inducing screeches
as it collapsed. He and his steed moved on.
Then, on the horizon, a short figure in a black cloak appeared with a
crash.
Raising it's hand, thunderbolts seared across the battlefield, striking the
front lines. The Reptites pulled back for a moment.
The Moogle/Vectorian force took this chance to advance. The two forces
clashed again. Magitek armour battled with Tyranosaurs and Triceritops.
Entire units of Moogles were decimated by a single charge from the deadly
three horned beasts.
* * * * *
Mog overlooked the battle from the back. The Reptites were using a classic,
but clever, strategy. The large war beasts assaulted from the flanks,
taking on the Magitek regiments and holding them off, as well as decimating
entire units of infantry. The main core force of the Reptites was working
thier way down the middle. One thing the Reptites lacked completely, Mog
noticed, were projectiles.
He saw Ussracts battling his way through the rank and file.
Some force overcame him. Grasping his Aura Lance, he jumped onto his black
chocobo and flew out to the fray.
* * * * *
Ussracts lopped off a Vectorian soldier's left arm. His screech was immense
but quickly drowned out from the sounds of the battle. His blood spurted
onto Ussract's breastplate. Ussracts wiped it off with disgust.
Then, something hit him, with a force that dropped him off his mount. The
Tyranosaur quickly rushed at a unit and started tearing at Soldiers.
Ussracts wiped the blood trickling off his brow and rose to meet his
challenger.
It was a stately looking Moogle on a... large black bird. On the back of
this beast it was slightly taller than he was.
"Ssso, you are Mog."
"And you are Ussracts." said Mog gravely.
Not wasting time, they slowly began to circle. Mog jabbed a few times with
his spear, which Ussracts quickly dodged. Ussracts then advanced. Parrying
the Spear up with his sword, he delivered a swift left to the Black
Chocobo, knocking it out.
Mog quickly jumped up, and thrust his spear forward. The spear caught
Ussracts in the lower ribs, but it didn't seem to bother him, rather it
just annoyed him.
Ussracts began to pull back. Mog, seeing this opportunity, thrust forward
with all his might. The spear went in somewhat more. Ussracts swore.
Mog litterally had won. Ussracts wasn't going to die from the wound, but he
couldn't advance, or retreat. Mog could easily lead him into something, or
knock him down and run him through.
Mog chuckled.
Then, his chuckling ceased, feeling something heavy breathing upon him.
Slowly he turned around. He saw the massive teeth in a rather sickly grin.
The teeth connected to a head larger than anything Mog had ever seen. The
head connected to a massive body of a Tyrannosaur.
The jaws of death.
"Ah, so existance has come to claim me from my life of war." he said
gravely. "Then, I go, Reptile slayer."
Then, with a strength beyond anything he could muster, Mog thrust his spear
forward. Ussracts' gasp could be heard, resembling a snort. He stared at
the shaft that portruded nicely from his chest. He grasped it, attempting
to pull the lance out.
Mog chuckled. He felt the hot breath of the Tyrannosaurus Rex intensifying.
Darkness.
Blades.
Water.
Softness.
Burning.
And then nothing.
The Tyrannosaurus let out a deathly belch, that seared across the
battlefield. Then, slowly, it trotted off.
Ussracts looked around. While the Moogles had been falling back towards the
town, the Wizard and the Vectorian defense had taken thier toll on his
force.
The spear, while definately a fatal wound if left untreated, only served as
a severe cumberance right now.
Rushing to his force, he looked franticly for a medic.
The Reptite force pushed forward. The Moogles slowly dwindling.
Then...
A small force, 2000 strong, burst into the side of the fighting force. The
Dinosaur war beasts had since stopped to feed on thier wins, and the
infantry had been going it alone. This fresh force struck with ferocity,
Turan, at it's lead.
The Reptite force, unable to cope with a fresh source, began to waver.
Ussracts saw this new predicament and swore.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
The Reptites fell back relatively orderly. The force of 2000 stood where
they stood, and cheered.
Turan, at the lead of the force, stepped out, surveying the field. He nodded
with approval.
The force cheered.
And none yet knew of Mog's final end.
Mog looked at the force and chuckled. The hill he stood upon was not
feelable by the living.
At last, he felt. Peace.
Mog turned off and walked up the plateau, to the open arms of his queens.
Aeris, Tifa, Cloud, Cid, Yuffie, and many others.
Mog chuckled in spite of himself.
It was a good day to die.
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