The Ultimate Weapon
An Element Of Defense

Written By: XM

Part I

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
LORAN EISELY, The Immense Journey, 1957

The Battlefield: Endless Distruction Flows

From the horizon laid bodily fluids of enemies
Scattered blantantly amougst eachother were memories
Side by side, rows of hundreds they seem to bleed
Endless dreams of blood which holds their tendencies
The ground rumbles, earth quakes, from foul numbers
While down under vibrates with loud thunder
Clouds cover, warmth breeze and mild summers
Sound tumbles, moist showers and round slumbers

Shining Death: A Plague of Bronze Soldiers

Light glistened off the armor of warriors hearted colder
Eluminating with darkness, but hardly parted as vulgar
Many minions as statues their stature was slightly older
Plain sight upward vision, eyes never reaching the shoulders
No faces frowning upon them nor do they hinder emotion
While marching over the casualties casually 'til it's over
Bashing their feet on soil the spoils regarding service
Should surface, be ignored, materials serve no purpose
For what they seek is no contest of objects but an objective
Knowledge stands in perspectives a message must be accepted
One hundred thousand in record the counter is sort of pending

Alizia: "I find it hard to believe...they'll challenge my water bending"

The Ultimate Weapon: Alizia of The Mist

Such beauty and nonchalant, skin tone resembled flakes
Black hair with murky eyes, frost nails in hollow shapes
She stood but five eleven, with heels to add the inches
Body state is perfection but nothing you'll live to mention
Fore when she raised her defenses she left massive prints
And every step she took the whole camp had to quit
While trying to match her wit, as she grazes pass...
...yours with the horror she creates through pan's labrinyth
With a wave of her arms and her keen concentration
She could dense the air matter, cause extreme condensation
Her essence of technique forming countless of fashion..
...able to mold liquids to any three forms with her passion

*Alizia stands firm against an army of bronze soldiers, an arrow
from the distance is fired. Still she stands firm until dead silences
take over the rugged ends of the battlefield.

Alizia: "Liuid Barrier" she whispers.

The arrow becomes intertwined in her words.

Alizia: "So let us begin" she says.

...To Be Continued...