Post by Mr. Moon on Apr 5, 2020 6:17:33 GMT -5
Eric #31
When Eric arrived, Michael was just fencing with a five members of his squad at once. Since before their transition, they were mainly used to fight with guns, they need to gain some real sword fighting experiences as soon as possible, and Michael was taking care about that. Four of the guys were coming for him with real aggression and helping each other out if needed, but one of them was visibly hesitating.
“Alright, that is enough.”
Eric stopped their drill and with a simple gesture summoned that one swordsman.
“Sir?”
He asked, obviously unsure about his current position or standing.
Eric looked at him with inquisitive look and than asked.
“Who are you?”
The sailor blinked in surprise, while the rest of his squad made a small half circle behind him, confused about what´s going on. The only one who looked like if he understand was Michael.
“I...I am Berry sir, you recruited me on the...”
Eric shook his head.
“I am not asking about your name, I want to know, who you are.”
Berry gulped
“I am warrior of the 1st Assault squad sir.”
He said without any hint of confidence in his voice.
Eric sighed.
“Are you afraid of death Berry?”
If not death, the sailor in question was obviously afraid of his captain as he was looking at him with a growing fear in his eyes.
“Well...I mean...yes, like everyone I suppose”
He looked back to his comrades in arms for support, but found non.
“If you are afraid of death than you should never been born in the first place!”
Yelled Eric on the confused sailors.
“Listen up guys, all of you!”
He turned the attention of everyone on the training grounds towards himself.
“Life is temporary, but honor and glory are eternal! That´s why cowards will die, while warriors will live forever in the legends they´ll forge around themselves!”
For the first time, since the B – 1 Eric let a spark of his inner fanaticism to jump on others and cause fire in their hearts.
“You and me, all of us are part of our legend and only we can decide it survives for an eternity or disappear in the dust!”
Eric smirked as he knew that step by step they are becoming his real soldiers.
“So remember this! In a life of warrior, there is no place for a pity, nor remorse, nor a fear, because we are FEAR INCARNATE!”
“Now tell me, who we are?”
“Slayers!”
They yelled as one.
“WHO WE ARE?!”
“SLAYERS!”
Eric made a proud smile.
“Great, dismiss!”
As the regular Slayers were walking away, Eric looked for a Sarah and went to her.
“Sarah...be so good and do me a favor...”
In a few days, Eric was once again overseeing combat training of his men. This time pleased by what he saw. Berry was aggressive and always on the tip of their attacking formation. Attacking first, retreating last, covering the retreat of the rest of his squad.
“Great”
Eric smirked and slowly walked to the town hall, where he took a long wooden pole with a piece of cloth wrapped around it. With that, he went back to his men.
“Attention!”
All of his men stopped and looked at him, before going into formation.
“Berry, come here”
Eric ordered and the named sailor came, this time, it was determination and not fear what he saw in his eyes. Once he was standing before him, Eric unwrapped the cloth, revealing their Battle Standard, black in color, with their jolly roger as it´s basic with the roman numeral one and words: “No pity! No remorse! No fear!” under it.
“This thing”
Eric said, while handing the standard to him
“represents life and honor of our whole division. So protect it with your life and never let it fall.”
After yelling their battle cry once more, Eric let them go back to their duties.