No this is bad

Chapter Six

Everyone was silent. South looked around at the different nations. Everyone was waiting for the call. No one moved, every solider was still. England flipped through his last magic book, closed it, and threw it in a bag. He snapped his fingers. A woodland green light mixed with a bright lime green light swirled around his arms, and formed into a bright, green flame covering his arms and hands. Norway stood next to Denmark, he looked as if he were a medic. North watched as Denmark skillfully swung his large ax in the air, catching it, and swinging it behind him. It was only them, for this battle. "Are you...are you ready?" North asked, South wiped away her tears. "...Yes."
North slowly raised her rapier. "Are you ready, men?!" North shouted, she gulped as she heard the battle cry. They only brought less then half of their original army. It's best to not go all out in the beginning. You wait. She gripped Prides reins and looked at South. "Want to say the honour?" South nodded and watched. The second North sliced the air with her sword, South screamed. "Charge!" She slapped down the reins, as did North. They bolted forward, the army behind them raced forward, also screaming. North forced her smile as she slapped down the reins once again. She watched as the other armies raced forward. She felt a bullet fly past her arm, cutting her clothes. She ignored it and separated from South.
South charged for Denmark, who grinned widely as he slammed down his ax. There was a rule between the Narnians. They don't fight humans, only other nations. It wouldn't be fair if they fought against humans. They die to easy. They do harm them. That is an exception. South let go of the reins and jumped off her horse, allowing her to run away. South rolled on the ground, which hurt her spine due to her having different guns. Denmark swung his ax by Souths head, she ducked but hardly in time. The metal cut her hair almost half way. Brown clumps fluttered away in the wind. "You think you can win?! I find that funny!" Denmark shouted as he sliced down, cutting Souths arm. She hissed. She definitely wasn't as sly and nimble as she used to be. She jumped back as Denmark attempted to decapitate her. "I'm not going down that easy." She hissed as she pulled out one of her special guns. "Oh lookie here! A big shit huh? Whoops! I meant big shot! Autocorrect am I right?" Denmark said as he grinned, South huffed.
"This is a verbal conversation." She said as she shot his shoulder. His shoulder shot back from the force of the bullet, she saw the blood fly in the air behind him and onto the ground. Blood dripped down his black overcoat. She knitted her eyebrows together. He didn't move out of the way, he didn't try to dodge it. Something isn't right. Denmark smirked as he watched Souths confusion grow. Thanks Norge. Denmark thought as he looked at his gloved hand. Before the battle, Norway blessed a ring, and had Denmark wear it. "Was that it? It was a pinch!" Denmark shouted as he spun his ax, and quickly pressed it to Souths neck. "Now, why don't you just let me slit your throat, and let England over their kick Norths ass, as this can all be over with!" Denmark shouted as he pressed the freshly sharpened ax deeper into Souths neck, blood dripped down her neck. The pain wasn't as bad as she thought it was. "Make me." South spat as she shot Denmark in the knee, she pulled the trigger multiple times.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Denmark shouted over the screaming of the fight going on around them.
North charged for England. She could see his magic as she could see Norway's. She couldn't do magic, like South secretly could. She let go of the reins and jumped off Pride, and onto England. Slicing down his cheek. He snarled and waved his arm, a large green flame aimed at her eyes. North jumped back and to the side. She leaped forward and tried to aim at his chest, only to have her arm grabbed, twisted, and slammed into the ground. England smirked as he pushed his magic into his index finger, and middle finger. "Don't you f*cking dare you piece of shit!" North shouted, she knew what he was doing, and was struggling greatly against him. But to no avail, England sighed as he pressed his fingers on the back of her head. "I thought I told you when you were younger, that foul language isn't fitted for a lady." England said as he dropped her arm, and watched as she looked up. Her eyes flashed a neon lime green colour, before turning into a dull grey colour.
"Guess your contacts didn't help very much, love." England said, dodging a spear being thrown in their direction. "You...f*cking bitch!" She shouted as she grabbed her Jagdschwert from off of her back with a loud noise. She started breathing heavily. The noises from the battle going on was extreamly loud. The screaming, the sobs, the hitting on metal on metal, the gun shots. "Oh what, dear. Don't like the dark? Don't like how you can't see anything? Trust me, I know that feeling." England said as he circled her, hitting random Narnian soldiers with magic, crushing their bones from sheer force. North looked around, frantically swinging in different directions. Trying to hit him at least once. England smirked again as he watched her try, and fail, to hit him. He blinked a few times when she stopped moving, a bullet grazing against her hip, but went unnoticed. Blood seeped through her white uniform.
North tilted her head up and sniffed. Blood...grass...pollen....she took a deeper breath, and noticed the smell of tea...tea and..tea and burned sweets. North turned around, facing England nose to nose. "Peek-a-boo."
South coughed up blood as Denmark gripped her neck tighter, then slammed her against the ground. South arched her back as the pain shot through her body. Everything ached. Everything was throbbing, yet, somehow...Denmark didn't seem fazed by all of his bullet wounds. South coughed up more silvery tasting blood as Denmark set his ax down and held South by the neck. He sat on her stomach and pressed his thumbs against her thyroid. She opened her mouth as she clawed at his fingers. "Now don't fight it! Jeez, hey you stop that!" Denmark shouted as he grabbed Souths semi-automatic, and began shooting the soldiers coming near them. Blood splattered over the brown haired girl, getting into her mouth. The taste of silver was disgusting, but the feeling of it running against your skin was worse. South coughed and sputtered. She noticed something though. One of his fingers felt...strange. She didn't think as she grabbed one of her guns, and shot his fingers. Which simultaneously hit the side of her neck. She felt something shatter, and quickly held her neck to stop the bleeding. The warm liquid ran down and onto the grass, the smell of nature and blood mixed.
Denmark almost imminently let go and fell back screaming. South took deep breathes as she scampered to her knees. She watched as he screamed in agony and pain. He...feels the wounds now. South looked at his hand, he was holding the hand she shot.
"One! Two! Three!" North shouted as she repeatedly shoved knives into England's arm. He cried out as each knife dug into his arm. He felt one rub against his bone, and clenched his eyes shut. "Come on! Fight me! I'm blind you can fight me can't you!?" North shouted, pieces of her hair turned black. England took notice and widened his eyes. It can't be..He quickly snapped his fingers, a large blast of energy threw North off of him, and into other men. One of them was holding out a knife, which stabbed through her stomach. The knife dug through her skin and pierced out all the way through. She fell to the ground and screamed. "Not fair!" She shouted as she ripped the knife, and stabbed it into someones leg. She crawled her way over back to England, sniffing her way around. Everything was black, she felt someone grab her hair.
North grabbed one of her knives, and shoved it through the mans leg. He screamed out as she escaped and made her way to England. She grabbed his jacket and slammed him against the ground. Blood poured from her stomach, and back. her white uniform slowly became more and more stained. North grinned as she grabbed one of her knives, and pointed it at his neck. England was breathing much more heavier than before. England jumped as a bullet found it's way through Norths shoulder, blood painted his face. North screamed, the pain was worse than she's ever felt before. If she wasn't blind, she would be seeing different colours. She couldn't smell South, which scared her. She lost control and began to repeatedly dig her knife in England's shoulders and chest. Blood splattered everywhere, soaking their bodies.
"Retreat! Go back! Go back!" England shouted the second North stood up. He felt his chest and cried out. His vision was blurry, and things were getting dark. He coughed up crimson blood and screamed in agony. The knife wounds were hurting more and more, but slowly, he found himself losing consciousness.
South ran up to North, and placed a hand on her shoulder. North screeched and began to slash around. "Relax! It's me! It's me, South!" South said as she grabbed Norths arms, North slightly sniffed the air. "We won, we won, we won...we won...Norway didn't even fight...he was a medic.....we won...they retreated." South panted, North blinked a few times before smiling widely.
"We've won the battle."