Dark Luther
01-17-2007, 05:42 PM
1470 AD - Mexico
A small proffessional army of the Emperor Axayacatl is in a major forced skirmish against Tlatelolco forces from the South, were the Maya once inhabited...
This is a Flower war.
The Aztec would engage in multible skirmishes to weaken the enemy and eventually find a break in defence...,
their main purpose in a Flower war was not the capture of the city state though.
As the main infantry progressed forward in a strange battle line that looked more like a criss-croos of dragon teeth - range infantry stayed right behind in gaps - as the enemy army was pushed back into a huddled crowd...
It is at this moment that small figures appear in the adjoining hill, white and blue - they come casscading down the hill from the direction where the sun lies..., and few of the enemy locked in battle see this...
Those few who do train their eyes past the sun's glint see a awing sight - as dozens of men come running down the hill in almost flowing formation as a flock of birds would..., their arms out and adorned with feather as they run - their bodies adorned the same, and eagle's masks at their heads...
The men running down the hill are running faster than any have ever seen, and the men question if these men are truly running or gliding down the hill...
it is only as the white and blue warriors reach the bottom of the hill that they notice them run at an expideous sprint right towards the right rear flank of the huddle...
The Eagle warrior runs with arms pulled back and out, feathers formed like wings at each, and his head ducked forward...., as he reaches his first target he leaps up with incredible force raising his feet into him, and with his Macuahuitl ( a wood sword with blades of obsidian ) comes down for a strike at his victim.
The man panics and raises his weapon to guard his face, but blinded the sun and his guarding weapon, he fails to see the warrior pull in his sword...
The warrior, as perhaps many times before, pulls in his weapon from hitting the man's guard and falls with his feat tucked into a crouch under the man's waiste mere inches from him - where he unleashes his strike at the man's legs, tearing them apart...
( Macuahuitl obsidian blades where sharper than steel, and were said to be able to decapitate a horse ).
The man's fron't of the man's legs are painfully ripped apart as the Eagle warrior puches with his crouched legs like a bird and hops back to a safer distance...
The man is not dead - he is now simply crippled...,
which is perfect for the Eagle warrior, as the main purpose of any flower war is not killing, but taking prisoners - for eventual sacrifice...
As his man collapses - another eagle warrior rushes past him..., arms out but forward...
An opposing soldier catches the exposed right appendage and lunges forward to strike, but the second warrior lowers his arm, and with a flowing spin rotates, checking the man's weapon arm with his left - pressing a dagger and cutting at his wrists...
The minor pain distracts the soldier, not even noticing the eagle warrior continue his spin, as the warrior continues to turn right and now lowers himself until he's almost back to back and in a low crouch...,
it is in this position where the soldier's right ankle is exposed and the Eagle Warrior strikes with his right dagger with all the momentum of his spin....
With a spray of blood, the warrior spins the opposite direction rising from his crouch and away from his victim, as the soldier collapses with a severed ankle and achilles heel...
As each warrior finishes his match - he rises to see his comrades begin again, working down the huddle now ripe with panic of the godlike eagle men...
A small proffessional army of the Emperor Axayacatl is in a major forced skirmish against Tlatelolco forces from the South, were the Maya once inhabited...
This is a Flower war.
The Aztec would engage in multible skirmishes to weaken the enemy and eventually find a break in defence...,
their main purpose in a Flower war was not the capture of the city state though.
As the main infantry progressed forward in a strange battle line that looked more like a criss-croos of dragon teeth - range infantry stayed right behind in gaps - as the enemy army was pushed back into a huddled crowd...
It is at this moment that small figures appear in the adjoining hill, white and blue - they come casscading down the hill from the direction where the sun lies..., and few of the enemy locked in battle see this...
Those few who do train their eyes past the sun's glint see a awing sight - as dozens of men come running down the hill in almost flowing formation as a flock of birds would..., their arms out and adorned with feather as they run - their bodies adorned the same, and eagle's masks at their heads...
The men running down the hill are running faster than any have ever seen, and the men question if these men are truly running or gliding down the hill...
it is only as the white and blue warriors reach the bottom of the hill that they notice them run at an expideous sprint right towards the right rear flank of the huddle...
The Eagle warrior runs with arms pulled back and out, feathers formed like wings at each, and his head ducked forward...., as he reaches his first target he leaps up with incredible force raising his feet into him, and with his Macuahuitl ( a wood sword with blades of obsidian ) comes down for a strike at his victim.
The man panics and raises his weapon to guard his face, but blinded the sun and his guarding weapon, he fails to see the warrior pull in his sword...
The warrior, as perhaps many times before, pulls in his weapon from hitting the man's guard and falls with his feat tucked into a crouch under the man's waiste mere inches from him - where he unleashes his strike at the man's legs, tearing them apart...
( Macuahuitl obsidian blades where sharper than steel, and were said to be able to decapitate a horse ).
The man's fron't of the man's legs are painfully ripped apart as the Eagle warrior puches with his crouched legs like a bird and hops back to a safer distance...
The man is not dead - he is now simply crippled...,
which is perfect for the Eagle warrior, as the main purpose of any flower war is not killing, but taking prisoners - for eventual sacrifice...
As his man collapses - another eagle warrior rushes past him..., arms out but forward...
An opposing soldier catches the exposed right appendage and lunges forward to strike, but the second warrior lowers his arm, and with a flowing spin rotates, checking the man's weapon arm with his left - pressing a dagger and cutting at his wrists...
The minor pain distracts the soldier, not even noticing the eagle warrior continue his spin, as the warrior continues to turn right and now lowers himself until he's almost back to back and in a low crouch...,
it is in this position where the soldier's right ankle is exposed and the Eagle Warrior strikes with his right dagger with all the momentum of his spin....
With a spray of blood, the warrior spins the opposite direction rising from his crouch and away from his victim, as the soldier collapses with a severed ankle and achilles heel...
As each warrior finishes his match - he rises to see his comrades begin again, working down the huddle now ripe with panic of the godlike eagle men...