[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Uno]

The pain in the changeling?s leg had begun to ache uncontrollably. He had used too much energy when the bolder came, and couldn?t focus as well as he used to. The purple warrior unwrapped his tail from what remained of his left leg, letting it return some lost blood. He wanted Koorsala to freeze his leg and numb the pain, but he couldn?t bare to break his promise to her. He would beer through the pain if it killed him.

The six other changelings were taking out the enemy lines with every shot they fired. Dante and United both were taking casualties, but Dante was taking the bulk of the pain. They would have to attack soon if they wanted to still have an army. However, the walls were weakening, and it wouldn?t be long until the two powers collided, fist to fist. The beautiful walls of Monte Cristo were becoming cracked, but still shone bright in the dark. It could be compared to United?s resolve to win.

Koola tried again to aim his rifle, but he was beginning to weaken and grow weary. He could hardly keep the rifle still, and eventuality fell forward onto the side of the tower. His comrades stopped what they were doing and tried to help the prince of changelings. But the proud prince refused any help, and ordered them to continue firing on Dante?s position. They backed away, and reluctantly continued the rain of death.

He looked down on the once beautiful grounds surrounding the Fortress, and remembered when he first came to the palace that is Monte Cristo. The trees grew, the grass was green, and the skies were a cheerful aqua blue. But now the trees were dead, the grass became dead and the ground was nothing but dirt and craters from all the rocks and debris the catapults fired. The sky was angry with dark storm clouds approaching closer and closer, waiting for a victor to arise before it unleashed the largest downpour the world had ever seen. It would have to wait a long time.

The purple changeling wanted to end this war as soon as he could, and take a much needed rest like he loved to do. The one way to flush out the Dante army was to take out a leader of that army, and tarnish the moral of the men under him. He needed to get closer, and stare into his eyes when he died. He nodded to his fellow changelings as he lifted himself over the wall and fell down into the battlefield.

When Koola landed with a thud on the cold, hard earth, he moaned a soft groan and looked forward, trying to find cover. If he didn?t act fast, Dante snipers would pick him apart until there was nothing left of him. He scanned the immediate area around him, and noticed a small crater made by a rock flung by a catapult. It would provide excellent cover until he could find his permanent sniping position.

He slowly crawled using his right leg and his tail to push himself toward the rock. He panted as if he were an old dog who ran out of tricks. He kept reaching for his bone, but always fell short. Now the bone is buried and the dog cannot remember where he had hid it. However, he tried and tried, even though he knew he wouldn?t find it. He would continue to look for, even if it killed him.

He reached the rock, after crawling for what seemed like hours through sniper fire and falling debris and rocks from the sky. He sat up and rested his back against the rock?s edge. He checked to see how many shots were left in the rifle, shacking his hands when he was doing it. Three shots. He would have to make them count.

He peeked his head over the side of the rock, trying to find the best vantage point to use his sniper rifle. He looked around, although his vision was blurred. He then saw a large tree, still green and unscarred by the battle that had been raging for so long. The only green on the ground for miles around, so obvious that it was perfect for hiding. He slung his rifle over his soldier and laid on his stomach, ready to make his last journey.

As he began the struggle, he knew that this would be his last act of the Dante Abyss tournament. He wouldn?t have any energy left in his body to continue to move, and would lie in the green tree until he was killed or the tournament was over. He had to make it count.

He was only a dozen feet away from the tree, and he hadn?t had a single bit of trouble along the way. But then he noticed that a sniper had a bead on him, when he stopped crawling for a moment to rest and a sniper bullet of Ki hit the ground near the front of his head. He used much of his reserve energy to lift his body with his arms, his right leg, and his tail. He gave a mad dash to the safety of the tree, narrowly avoiding another shot from the sniper. He dived into brush nearby and turned his back to the sniper, resting it on the back of the tree. He had never been more exhausted in his life.

The sniper fired several more rounds until finally giving up and moving on to another target. Koola took the advantage and began wrapping his tail around the lowest branch of the tree. He pulled himself up with all his might, and rested there. He breathed heavily, but he had to continue. He repeated the process until he finally reached the highest and sturdiest branch of the tree, and began to set up his sniping position.

He made the sniper rifle rest upon the crack in the tree branch, keeping it sturdy. He laid down and starred into his scope, scanning Dante?s inner lines. All the higher ups were located back there, the ones the Dante soldiers looked up to, the ones who give them the orders and moral they need to fight. He had to find someone who kept the soldiers? will strong. So he starred into the crosshair and looked to see what he could find.

After sweeping through the thousands of Dante soldiers, he could not find one blue uniformed man worthy enough to be slain by him. The problem was, he was looking for a man. He finally found the face of a young girl, motivating the others to push through. The men looked to her and raised their fists in joy, and were ready to die for the cause of war, for Dante, and for her. The single girl had managed to do that to so many men, and must have inspired them in earlier battles as well. He didn?t like the idea of killing a girl, but he was fading more and more by the second, and had no more time to waste. He starred into her eyes and readied himself to pull the trigger.

ooc: My sights are for Akane!