Issac stood at the top of the hill, the flames engulfing the dry grass around him lit the fierce look on his face. His dark auburn hair seemed to take on a life of it’s own in the swirling air and flames. The soot covering his tattered uniform filled the holes that were torn away during the battle. The blood trailed down his body like small streams of melted wax, as they weaved through the standing hairs on his body.He saw Terrell through the flames, his ebony skin took on a shade of rich coffee and the flames flickered in his coal dust eyes. His smile never faded as he gleamed at Issac’s anger and despair painted on his face.
They were the last one’s standing. The others burned away in the grass below. The smell was putrid yet something in the back of their minds found the smell almost savory.
Terrell only had his military pants left, and there wasn’t much left of that. His hair had long singed away at the beginning of the battle. Burn marks marred his once smooth skin, yet he smiled.
Issac knew he would have to cross the bodies of his brothers in arms in order to reach Terrell, but at this point he was ready to cross Hell itself. Which to any outside, would be the scene that they would see before them.
Issac concentrated and focused his energy, using the anger to fuel his passion and inner flames. He felt them flow and break the surface of his skin, engulfing him in his own fire. It glowed a bright teal, and a ground his toes into the dirt ready to begin his descent.
Terrell’s eyes flashed and he was immediately encased in a bright orange flame. He took a stance and smiled as he beckoned Issac.
Issac’s body exploded with the pure rage he felt by the arrogance Terrell displayed. He charged forward and through the burning flames of his comrades. Their fire bit at his skin but he skimmed across them like a brilliant comet across the face of the sun. He raised his fist as he came through the wall of flames where Terrell stood patiently.
Terrell simply moved like a flaming top and dodged Issac’s blow and landed an inferno of a punch into Issac’s lower back. The punch send Issac reeling across their small clearing. His flames wavered but he made it back to his feet.
He went back to his training and focused on beating Terrell versus obliteration. He bounced on his toes and came towards Terrell, taking swing after swing. Terrell would dodge and block, but the blocks would work against both of the men. Their fires would burn and eat away at each other with each contact.
Terrell absorbed the pain and fed it to his body in fueling the flames. He would not fail. There was no chance for the world if he failed. He was the last warrior of his people to stand up against the tyrants that swept across their lands, stealing everything and burning what they couldn’t. Now he would finish it here. He would finish it now.
Issac became more frustrated at each dodge and block. He couldn’t land a single blow. He knew that at this rate, he was going to lose. He would let his entire brigade down. But they were all dead, so what did it matter.
Terrell noticed the momentary change in Issac and made his move, all the fire vanished from his body and focused into his hands which burned intensely, he threw them up between Issac’s thrusting Issac’s arms apart and began landing blow after tremendous blow into Issac’s body.
Issac felt his body instant go into shock from the barrage of heat and damage he took with 3 seconds of Terrell’s fast moving hands. By the time he could even muster a reaction his was unconscious on his feet. Terrell didn’t stop, his smile was gone, only tears were left. They streamed down his face and evaporate like a great waterfall where the water simply became mist. The man in front of him soon fell away and Terrell fell to his knees, his hands ached and burned. It was over for now, he fell over, his eyes watched the fire creep closer as his eyes fell closed.
“For the glory” by Rio Martin