Ice Warrior

 There they are

Scattered on the ice

Chipped
Bloodied

Testament to battle

“None shall pass”
Was the cry before combat
As armour was donned
Helms polished
Gauntlets pulled tight

Blades
Sharpened for the fight
Glistened in the unnatural glow
Of this preordained battleground

The combatants
Rushed across the field
Strategies unfolding
Changing with circumstance
Exploiting weakness
Adapting to unforseen strengths
Decimating their defenders over and again

Suddenly
There was a break through attack
The enemy forced their way through
Reaching our last line of defence

This was unexpected
This was not planned for
We had no strategy

Instinctively
I rushed at the assailants
Throwing my body into the line of their missile
Taking the full force of it
With my teeth

I look at them their on the ice
They did the job
A small price to pay

Goal saved
Victory gained

© 2012, Mosquitobyte