Death And Glory

pawn

IT HAD BEGUN QUITE differently than Metias had initially thought. Instead of winds of unbearable heat and the cry's of burning witches the war brought a crack in the earth the size of Zeus's lightning and drowning sirens. There were swords moving left and right dripping with blood of those who were unfortunate. The ground was being filled with bodies every second and Metias could only hope his army knew better than to drop to the floor.

Unscathed he made his way towards those with silver haired horses. The men and women who sat upon them wore masks of undeniable beauty and royalty. It was a clear testament of where they stood in their fleet and Metias couldn't help but deem them foolish.

The game of chess was quite simple for Metias, really, he'd mastered it years ago. Every blood bath that would rise was only but a small move on the board. Today was just the first of many and Metias couldn't help but smile at the thought of a captive king. He would participate in the game but wouldn't make the mistake of giving himself the title of King simply because his horse had a coal-black coat.

"I must say I did not expect someone so regal to stand upon us today last time we did this they sent a child!" One of the seven exclaimed and an uproar of laughter followed.

Metias allowed himself to give a small smile. "Well," he started "I'll make sure to finish this as quick as I may."

A women on the far left with cerise colored hair let out a low whine. "Oh, won't you join us my dear? I'm afraid you're much too handsome for me to will any power in intention of grazing you with silver."

"I–"

Metias was interrupted by a small gasp. "Well would you look at that. A fleet that came out unscathed! I must say you are by far my favorite pawn that has been sent." A figure behind a maroon cloak was the one behind the voice this time.

Sure enough when Metias turned his head his whole fleet stood behind him, not a single one lacerated. It was no surprise to him, he handpicked each and everyone of them for a reason. "It would be much simpler if you hand over the dagger and part as if nothing happened," said Metias.

It was the woman with cerise hair turn to speak  "My Adonis! I could've let you go without a scratch on that pretty face of yours but alas, I will respect your decision. However, you don't think it would be that facile do you?"

A single heartbeat passed when Metias heard swords being drawn and bows being pulled. He did not have to turn his head to know who those weapons were being pointed at. When he let out a rather sadistic chuckle the needle dropped. From behind the seven was ten of the best warriors that Olympus had to offer and much to the gods dismay they were all pure Synth blood.

It was Metias' turn to move his pawn.

wow look who finally updated. yup, me. it sucks so sorry about that lol!
this is unedited so yeah there's tons of mistakes.