The Final Fight
Richard stood from his corner and walked over to the weapons cache, as of directed by his commanding officer. Everyone grabbed a suit of weapon flash, the new technology for in the field work, enabling wearers to extend the blades fo their weapons with a slight movement and saving precious seconds. But Richard was given an assignment. He was to protect a female mouse who needed to be sent to safety. They had one final stretch now, a single fight towards the evac aero blade. It was pretty obvious holding foff attackers, the guns blazing at the wolves on the other side. Then, the blades shifted, stopping in mid flight and reversing direction. The motors switch every now and then to keep them from melting the motherboards in them.
Richard grabbed the mousette's hand and ran forward behind his fronting teammates. Two went down but Brute, a large newfoundland canine, was fending off those to Richard's left side. He gave Richard a nod in midswing, spraying blood over Richard and his escortee. She squeaked and he held her tight.
"Listen, as long as it's not yours, you'll be fine."
She nodded and walked faster with him. John appeared at Richard's left side. He was a proud Doberman, brandishing his hooked swords. They glowed their cauterizing red, as always, showing that he meant business. He turned to Richard and gave a stance.
"Make sure she is safe."
"I will. Always."
Richard advanced further, the two in tow. As he neared a group of fifty or more, he stood still, as well as the other two. Richard pushed the mouse into the trunk of a tree.
"Stay."
She didn't protest and stayed. The Husky flicked his arm and the red hot blade unsheathed, brandishing it's razor sharp glory.
"Come at me bruh."
He was met by the enemy, having been rushed by twelve at once. He held them off then as he went to swing towards another, the dragon caught his hand and twisted it, throwing Richard to a tree trunk. He looked ahead, then at the advancing reptiles. The aero blade was not but twenty feet above the extraction point which was a full seven meters away. They can't land where they were fighting because the blades were tender and the trees would shatter their glassy beauty.
Richard was put on his back on the ground with a kick to the stomach.
"Shoulda stayed home you damn wolf!"
It's one thing to call a dog a wolf. But to call Richard a wolf, it was bad luck. Richard brought his leg up, and from years of traing had massive muscles, which when impacting the dragon's crotch a sickly crunching noise came from it and he fell over, unconscious. Richard stood.
"I'm not a damn wolf."
Richard rushed to the mousette and pulled her from the stump.
"We have to go, you will go through the heat of battle."
"But...Look out!"
Richard did not move. Instead he felt the ridged blade prick his skin and then tear across his back as his teammate blocked the lunge.
"Gah! Damn it Brute!"
"Sorry."
His old friend had taken a few blows already, a sword stuck in his arm and a large gash along his leg.
"We have to get you medical attention soon. There are how many left?"
"Enemies: six, dying out now. Allies: you, me, her, and John. But he's hurt bad. Took one through the stomach just as he was on a streak of eighty. Poor bastard..."
Richard's eyes widened and he ran to his fellow teammate, the mousette in tow. The sight was horrible to him. His friend was bleeding as heavily as he was breathing.
"Damn it John! Why did you go out without your own ass covered from behind?!"
John chuckled, then raised a paw.
"Y-you know what....B-brother...It...It...It was...Worth it..."
Richard grabbed his friends paw, raising him to his feet, then over his shoulder.
"I will not leave you behind."
"I'll take him Richard.", Brute insisted.
"No, cover us from behind."
He saluted and Richard nodded, dragging his slowly dying friend out tot eh evac zone. The mousette kept close, watching her surroundings like a hawk. Then she spotted something. A gleam of a sharpened blade. She froze, then realized it was nowhere near her. Ahead by Richard the blade slowly unsheathed from it's holster and the assailant lunged upwards.
"Richard!!!", she screeched.
He had little time to react. The reflex was like a poisonous bite from a snake. The only thing that was registered, was that richard's hand was on the assailant's chest, and the knife in Richards right side of his chest. Richard slumped slightly, blood leaking from the wound.
"Richard!", Brute exclaimed.
The assailant slumped tot eh side, falling off of the razor sharp, cauterizing blade that was Richard's own.
"Damn...it...Brute, take John! Take him home....Save him...And the mouse..."
"No my friend. We will all go."
Brute picked up Richard and John, both on each a shoulder. He had pulled the sword from his arm by now, letting blood leak from the wound. He hurried to the aero blade, after The mousette. But as they neared it, gunfire caught them. Brute took a shot to the chest, exploding his heart, and The mousette took one to her lower side, near the kidney. More gunfire rained and Brute stood with his last strength.
"...G-...g-...go!"
The mousette dragged John and Richard on to the Aero blade and Brute fell for the last time, fallen by several hundred bullet holes on his back, not his shredded heart. The mousette hit the emergency close button and the door slammed shut. She cringed as she remembered the bullet in her side, then turned to Richard. Any control over herself was lost as she wept over him. The paramedics had rushed to them by now, and one tended to her. But she didn't care if she were awake. Her exact words too.
"Just take the damn thing out!...I just want...to see Richard live...", she managed between sobs.
The pain barely phased her and she felt better after the bullet was removed. But then she was patched up. The slow slightly stinging process. Every second burned. When she was done, she rushed over to Richard who was covered over with a blanket next to his friend, John, also covered in the same way with a blanket. From the neck down, eyes closed, mouths closed.
She knelt down and hugged his body, then looked at John. The two had been close, like actual brothers. Though the Doberman was the only child of a female Doberman, who had met the male husky which was Richard's dad, and a fine military man as well. She remembered when she had been appointed the new queen of her planet. A sudden action for the counsel of her lanet, but she welcomed it.
A doctor pulled her away to another spot. They held a blanket and pillow like the ones Richard and John were on.
"Wait! No! Richard!"
A doctor picked her up.
"Stop! He will be fine. But not entirely. He can't work in this military anymore. Lost part of his lung. And with that, he lost a fourth of his stamina. He'd go through worse training than before. If you don't want him to, sign the papers releasing him."
"I...I should, shouldn't I?"
"It's not my right to decide to even answer that."
"I will. But, What about John?"
"He...Won't make it. His injury has been infected with gangrene."
"So? Then do this for me. I will sign off the money need to save John. If you do it, you will get the large sum I give to each of you. Got it?"
"Depends on how much, my queen."
"Then I will do what is necessary."
Fin.