<a class="postlink" href="http://i51.tinypic.com/14udx04.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Feint crackling in the distance could be heard, signifying the storm that was to come, but it went unnoticed as the battle raged on. Men and women, battered and broke, lay strewn about the cracked land in silence--the servants of the Virtues. And while the Virtues were bound by their own laws to be peaceful and forgiving people, even<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>couldn't help but display a little bit of<span style="font-style: italic">Wrath</span>at the sight of their fallen comrades. Since as long as they could remember, the two sides had been fighting like this--many had died, but the Sins and Virtues...they still lived (despite some of their own protests).<br/><br/>Humility was no exception, releasing a pained grunt when their blades crashed together--her blood-streaked face cringing in pain. Her clothes were tattered and filthy, causing her to slip in the mud slightly as the rain began to pick up and downpour around them. She pushed forcefully against him, despite wanting nothing more than to throw down her blade and end this fighting. Feeling her arm crack under the pressure of the blades, she switched hands quickly and moved to swipe her blade around and break the lock between them. Taking a few pained steps backwards, she panted quietly and gazed at him through her matted, wet hair. Her heart quivered and ached at the sight of him and she felt her face soften. The urge to throw her blade to the ground and embrace him as her friend--her love--grew almost unbearable; she frowned and shook her head, feeling angry tears beginning to surface.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">In another lifetime...you have a duty here--you must fight!</span><br/><br/>Humility forced her eyes shut, shaking her head again, and then stepped forward on her aching feet. In one swift moment, she was once more lunging towards him again only to lock blades once more.<br/><br/>"You can't win here," she spoke, attempting some form of valiance in her voice; the fear and sadness, however, caused her voice to quake rather and she struggled to look anywhere but at him. Humility was heartbroken.