Halo growls at the guard, wrenching his hand from the guards grip. He snorts in disgust before walking towards the tent. He was no slave or prisoner. At the moment. He had a purpose. And no one was going to get in his way. He was ready for battle. But he was going to keep the promise he made to the medic. He was going to kill the queen.
The guard let him go, for whatever reason. But Ojag the medic had been watching Halo for some time now, waiting for another moment alone. He casually walked towards the meal tent, pacing himself so he’d enter at just the same time as Halo. Ojag tried to catch his eye without attracting unwanted attention.
Halo sees thr medic from before and nods a little, hesitantly walking towards the other. He didn't make it obvious who he was walking to, just made it look like he was going somewhere without a destination.
Ojag put his head down, as if he was staring at the ground, and barely moved his lips as he whsipered rapidly, “I can get her schedule for you. I can figure out when she is alone. I have other friends in this movement that have more connections. They’ll make they’re way to you when we go into battle, and once they do, we plan to turn and fight for the revolution. Each one of us will have a black streak, made of charcoal paste, on our cheek,” Ojag slowly turned away from Halo, as if they just happened to be walking side by side but weren’t conversing.
Halo nods faintly at the other. "I will not fail you." He mutters softly. If this revolution could get him back to John, he would try his best. He had found a human he had become bound to. A human he had to protect. That was his purpose. And if killing the queen got him closer to John. He would do it.
Ojag made a suddle nod, then finally said, “My name is Ojag. In case I don’t make it out.” Ojag started walking away, towards the food line, waving and smiling at a friend of his as if he hadn’t been talking about overthrowing the queen.
Halo watches the crowd, tired and angry. He grabbed a small piece of bread, tearing into it as he left the tent. He spreads his wings and bolts into the air watching the crowd below him. He lands after a moment and glares at anyone who looks at him.
Troops started to assemble from both sides. Drummer boys were getting ready to set up. Higher ups started to shout out orders, telling so and so to go there and here. The armies were assembling for bloodshed.
John got his troop together. He was leading the charge. Familiar faces were missing from his side, but he would avenge them all. John would lead them to victory.
(Gtg)
Halo gulps softly, watching as the armies prepare. He needed to find John. He could sense the male was somewhere among the lines of warriors. But the question was where. He takes a breath, spreading his wings.
A horn blew. The charge would start any minute. Dejaj waved down Halo and called, “Demon! To the center on my army!” People bustled into formation, but there was a clear experience difference within the warriors. Some, near the center, didn’t have perfect spacing and were a bit clumsy, while others, near the outsides of the army, fit perfectly like pieces of a well oiled machine.
John stood next to his men, and called out to the peopl near him, “Men, women! We fight today, to protect our freedoms. We fight to keep things fair and equal! Why else should we risk our lives? We fight for a good cause! We fight to protect the innocent! Who’s with me?” The nearby men let out a resounding shout of agreement.
Halo glares at the queen from his perch. He plucks one of his feathers, shooting into the air. The feather becomes a dagger. He takes a trembling breath before throwing it straight at the queen. His eyes narrow and all he can hear is the fast pulsing of his heart. Everything seems to slow down as he watches the dagger fly.
The queen hadn’t even seen it coming. The weapon flew straight into her stunned body, and she got thrown back. Guards rushed to her side, but they were too late. It took only moments for them to turn to the Guardian, drawing their weapons. Rebels suddenly turned, Ojag stabbing the nearest guard. The camp became chaos. Just as the charge began.
John ran into the fray, slashing down anyone wearing the enemy’s armor. It didn’t take long for him to note men wearing a black paste on their cheek were fighting a revolution, and Captain Ford ordered his men to fight with the rebels. His eyes franctically searched faces, looking for Halo. If the small possibility that he was alive was true…
Halo lands next to injured rebels and warriors on the other side. He fought, shrieking in pain when one of his wings is sliced into. He turns on the soldier and whacks him across the field. He looks at his wing. He couldn't fly with that. He'd have to heal from the ground. He could sense John was near. It gave him a burst of courage and hope.
John heard a shriek that nearly stopped him dead. He was left open to attack, a sword digging at his abdomen, but the armor stopped it. There would be a huge bruise. Captain Ford sliced into his attacker, then advanced with a desperate shout, “HALO!” He just needed to get to him.
Halo hears his name being called and looks up. His eyes widen. "John… JOHN!" he rushes forward, slicing through anyone who got in his way. He makes it to the other, go a sob of relief. He was so worried.
John grasped Halo’s forearms, desperate to get to him. There was so much blood on him, “Halo, Halo, tell me you’re okay.” It seemed as though men, ones wearing black streak of paste on their cheeks, surrounded and defended them so they could have their moment.
Halo nods and smiles. "I'm okay! I'm okay!" He gives a relieved sigh. "Thank god!" He sobs, hugging the other tightly. "The battle isn't over yet! But I know we can win!" Halo says determinedly. He smiles. "I'm glad you're okay John."
John smiled and nod, raising his sword, “Stay beside me.” I won’t let him out of my sight this time… A man lunged at them and John slammed the attacker down with his sword with a newfound strength. He could protect Halo now…
“MONSTER!” John heard a scream. He turned with his sword ready, expecting to see the enemy. He saw one of his men and paled.
Captain Ford turned to Halo with worry etching his features, “We have to get you out, now.”
Halo nods, his eyes narrowing. "I know. But my job is to protect a human. I have a bond with John, I can only leave him a certain distance." he says, "Perhaps I could prove loyalty?" he asks, dodging a sword strike. "I don't want to hurt people, my responsibility is to heal." He looks at John pleadingly.
(Just to clarify, Captain Ford is John’s title, sorry if I made that confusing lol)
Halo has a bond with me? John frantcially stepped in between his men and Halo, looking desperately at the latter, “They’re going to hurt you, Halo, my men don’t know you,” John cut down a woman, then parried an attack meant for Halo, “Let go into the woods until this is over, I can work something out later.”
Halo nods, gulping softly as he watches the people around him. He was worried about Ojag. Ojag was the man that helped him, the one that gave him hope and a purpose. Where was the medic. He gulps softly, nodding to John, "Let's go." he says softly. He grabs John's hand and guides him towards the forest, dodging attacks. He winces at the faint pain in his wings. "Almost there." He says softly.
John, concerned by Halo’s wince, made sure to defend them the entire way into the woods. Only when they hit the tree line and got a few yards away, behind a large tree of John’s picking, did he finally relax and look over Halo, “Gosh, you’re bleeding,” He whispered, ghosting his hand over Halo’s wing gently in desperation to fix it, “What did they do to you?” John’s voice broke slightly, a hint at his hopelessness that he hated showing.
Halo leans against a tree, panting for breath. He smiles at John tiredly. healing and fighting made the poor guardian exhausted. He looks back at his wing, seeing the large gash. "Luckily, they only gt me during the fight and when they tried to force me into the cage." He mutters, looking up at John, a small smile on his face. "The queen is dead, Halo. She's gone." he mutters, stumbling a little. His eyelids felt droopy. "Don't worry, John. I can't die. Not as long as humanity lives." he whispers. He was so… tired.
“Halo,” John grabbed hold of the guardian in the case that the other fell, “Lean on me, alright. Dejaj died? How?” John hoped giving Halo questions to answer would help distract him from the pain. But if he couldn’t die… Surprising relief washed over John when he heard the words.
Halo leans on John, giving a relieved sigh as he draws his wings into his back. "She's dead…" he mutters tiredly. "I killed her." he mutters, sighing softly and tries to ignore the pain. "I hit her with a dagger…"