Invite: Open.
Character Sheet: No real need since this is advanced; Link or sig if you have it.
Fandom: Allowed.

Description: A no-holds-barred team play free-for-all where the ultimate goal is to win, no matter the cost-even if you're the last man standing.
Setting: Fantasy. Knights and sorcerers and zombies and anything you can think of. Just keep it fantasy.
House Rules: Anything goes. Betrayal, trickery and cheating are viable strategies from all sides at all times.

Teams:

The Warriors of the Light, they are righteous, just, and fair, but even they follow the age old tradition of all is fair in love and war.

The Masters of the Dark are cunning, malevolent and purely, utterly evil. They will do anything to meet their end and are more than determined to end the defenders once and for all.

The Defenders are the few that remain, refusing to choose a side. They are hated by dark and light alike, viewed as traitors to the just and targets to the foul.

The Golden Rule: Do not announce your character's team. Also, you may have your character in a smaller faction, but that faction should have a side. The character's alignment may be said in RP, but keep in mind that characters can be spies, and don't be surprised if a said alignment turns out to be wrong.

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Grey remained in the sunlight, basking in it.
How long had the Darks threatened to take it away? She no longer knew.
She turned to the boy that laid at her feet, bloodied and broken, no longer making an effort to move, to conjure his spirits, to bring about his illusions.
"You thought mere shadows could confuse me?" She asked him, more a statement as she looked down at him. "Merrick? Why so quiet? You were laughing before, you were enjoying yourself before... Preying on the weak, were you?" She gave him a rough kick in the ribs, and he cried out, clutching the wounds, one tearing open further. To this, she smiled, lowering herself to be nearly level with him.
"You should know better, Merrick. You'll get no mercy from me."
She began to draw her wakizachi, but she stopped at the blade at her neck.
"I understand your war, but I'll have none of it on my soil. Now get out."
"Leave us, civilian," Grey said without turning around. "This is Light business, you have no purpose interfering."
"I'll say it one more time."
Grey's eyes finally veered over, and she turned, facing the man. As her eyes met the Defender emblem and passed over his face, dog tags shining in the light, her demeanor changed ever so slightly, a quiet form of rage appearing in her normally calm face.
"Former Oniwabanshu."
"Former leader," he corrected, and though his demeanor didn't change, his voice had--that soft sense of pride couldn't be masked, no matter how hard he tried.
Their eyes met for a mere moment, before she stepped back. He was beyond her strength, there was no doubting that, and while she was a proud Light, she wasn't without her sense of danger. This wasn't the time or the place.
"You'd do best to avoid the Lights, Defender."
As she disappeared, Aoshi turned to the Dark on the ground. One glance over his injuries, and Aoshi called for the others. Dark or not, he was a human being (or at least sentient, he mused), and he was injured. He needed their help.

"Shut the fuck up!"
Drake yelled at the person before him, both covered in mixes of blood. A weeping sound came from the person on the floor. "P-P-Please, spare me!" She had yelled, clear through her continuous crying. Tears flowed down from her eyes and dripped onto the dirty ground below them. Her spirit had yet to be broken, though most of her body already was.
To her side, a giant blade cut through the mud and stuck up, out of the ground. Even it was drenched in the redness, which covered and stained the color below it. Standing there, hovering above was none other than Drake, him also with tears from his eyes.

"You betrayed us all!" He shouted, his voice cutting through the thick of the fog. It was nighttime now, and no one could of heard that.
"But why?" She responded, trying to hold back the constant cry she made every few seconds.
"What do you mean, 'why'? It's my job! You of all people sho--"
"You can escape from it!"
"That's bull! You know they'd execute me if I did!"
"Then run away! Together, let's go!"

More and more tears swept down from both of their eyes, and the sound of it falling to the ground was all that filled the air for a few seconds. And they continued again:

"Come on! Please!" She begged.
"No!" He responded.
"Why not?"
"Beca--"
"WHY NOT!?"

Silence reared its head again.
Drake picked up his dirtied weapon and sheathed it onto his back, as he drew back, back into the shadows from whence he came.

"WHY!!?" The girl sat up and screamed again, this time louder than anything she had said before.

Suddenly, her face grew pale and she quieted down. More and more tears ran down his cheeks, as a silent weep sounded from his throat. "No..." he whispered. "No." He backed away more and more, as blood began to spread across the woman's chest. Slowly, she looked down and saw it. Fear spread over her face, and that was it. The red tint stopped moving out along her shirt and flowed downwards. Noise sounded, and the lifeless body fell to the floor. Behind, a figure cleared through the night and came sharp. "What are you doing, Drake? You going soft on us?" A smile spread across the face of the person and he put his sword back onto his waist. "Let's go." He turned and began to walk away. "We have a long way to go before we get back to the headquarters."

After the person disappeared back into the darkness, Drake ceased his cry and moved forward to the body on the floor. Rummaging below the uniform that she had on, past the necklace crest of the Light, he came to a chained tag settled between her breasts.

"Amy Akamure. Warrior of Light, Espionage Team 4." Drake pulled it from her neck and left.