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March of the Gears: Original GoW Fan SongMarch of the Gears: Original GoW Fan Song by Juliapopstar
What you've been living has only been a dream
Memories that resurrect the ache in your heart
So say your long goodbyes to your home
And kiss farewell to all of your loved ones
Now's the time to heed the call of your nation
Our homeland set aflame by the torches of our foes
Suit up, pick up your weapon and stand your ground
This will be the biggest battle ever fought
Sacrifices were made and blood was spilled
turning our anguished screams into our battlecry
We are the Gears of the COG
and our hearts are bursting with a fiery rage
Our spirits are kindled by the war
But together, we form a battle machine
This may be our dying breath
and we will march onward
to defend our home
and save our people.
Gears! Today is a dark day, with the enemy pounding at our doorstep! But it is OUR day, so I ask you all to stand your ground and recite the Oath with me!
I shall remain vigilant and unyielding
in my pursuit of the enemies of the Coalition.
I will defend and maintain the Order of Life
Return - Infinity Blade IIIFar away from the citadel, away from the daerils that lazed in the burning sun and ran sweaty hands over their weapons, through the perilous pass through the mountains, were several fields: verdurous grass and tawny crops that rippled and shimmered in the cool wind. A river from the mountains sloshed past the fields, descending into the valley and sprinkling the nearby vegetation with white specks. There was a waterfall, and beyond it a secluded cave, of which housed the skeleton of a giant monstrosity.Return - Infinity Blade III by Shurely
The sound of the river was accompanied by the chirping of crickets and soft whoosh of the crops being cut and falling into piles. The strands were gathered together and bundled tightly by rope, and then stacked onto a cart. They would be divided back at the citadel; half would go towards the daerils to be ground into flour and made into food, and the other half would be shipped to the east to feed the hungry people of Lantimor. This nifty source of income had no expense on t
Infinity Blade II - Salvation - Part TwoSaranthia had once been great, prosperous, thriving. He cursed himself again. He'd known some in Drem's Maw who had longed for the immortality that only the Deathless possessed. When he'd been Siris - not Ausar, not a Deathless with a forgotten history - he had always fought for his life. Now it no longer mattered; he could be reborn countless times, and each time, though he had to endure the Dark Thoughts, he felt practically no different. These fragments of his memory, depicting the rejoicing mortals - they had known their lives were going to end, but it didn't matter for them either. They lived their lives to the maximum. That's what he had wanted to do, too. However, he had a lifetime - no, thousands of lifetimes - to do anything he wanted at a leisurely pace.Infinity Blade II - Salvation - Part Two by Shurely
Across the courtyard, a hulking brute waited for his signal. If Siris presented himself forward, no doubt it would bound over the statue in the centre and a duel would begin. The statue, showing a man slaying some sort of hug
Fantasy - Infinity Blade AUSiris lifted his sword, and bellowed. The daeril in front bristled angrily. Then he sliced downward, aiming to split its skull, but missed by an inch as it skirted away. Then it retaliated with a lightning-fast swipe; he barely managed to haul his shield up in time to catch the blow.Fantasy - Infinity Blade AU by Shurely
The cat did not look happy, Isa mused. Its black fur stood on end, and its pupils had become slits. The young boy was swatting at it with a rolled-up newspaper, clad in cardboard from head to toe, and occasionally hid behind his make-shift shield as if to block an attack. Behind the thin T shape Siris had cut out in his 'helmet', she saw his fierce expression, and wondered how much the boy thought was real.
He saw the strain in the daeril's movements: it was becoming weary. His eyes raked the creature for a weakness in its armour as it lashed out at him, combining a chain of swift, scything attacks to deter him. There. He saw it: the lag when it lifted its arm for a diagonal cut. He could use th
Respite - Infinity Blade IIWater trickled from the edge of the roof, splashing onto the end of his beak. He tilted his head up to gaze at the beautiful, white-streaked, azure sky, and smiled beneath the mask. Today the wind was cold and biting, but the warm sunlight that cascaded from above banished the goosebumps away. Spring was coming. He loved Saranthia in spring: the multitude of vibrantly-coloured flowers bursting out of their frosty coats; the melodious sound of exotic birds singing to accompany the new streams shimmering and gurgling; the moist, crisp taste of the air that filtered through the pin-prick holes in his crow mask. The more he thought about it, the wider his smile became. Indeed, spring was glorious.Respite - Infinity Blade II by Shurely
The Acolyte was perched on a set of steps, the last droplets of rain dripping onto him, the sun's mild heat enfolding his bare back. Despite being an accomplished Aegis warrior, he wore little armour: merely a spaulder on his left shoulder, bracers, and greaves. In all honesty, he hated the feel