The battlefield stretched across the central plains once a sea of grass, now a land of tension, wind, and silence. The sky loomed gray, heavy with storm clouds, as if nature itself held its breath.
On one side, the Water Tribe soldiers stood in flawless formation. Their armor glistened like river stones, and they moved with the grace of tides. Their weapons—swords, spears, and shields—formed not of steel, but of living water, swirling and shimmering in their hands.
Across the field stood the unarmed army.
Men hardened by survival. They bore swords forged from scrap and arrows tipped with flint and bone. Their armor was stitched leather and scavenged metal. Crude by comparison, but their eyes burned with purpose.
A horn blew. The two group looked at each other And war erupted.
The Water Tribe moved first. A wave of water surged forward, not from the earth, but conjured from the air and streams nearby. Spears formed mid-strike, impaling the front line of the unarmed. Shields like flowing rivers blocked returning arrows.
But the unarmed did not falter.
They rushed in, ducking low under the enemy's reach. Archers fell back and loosed arrows in arcs that rained down like angry bees. The unarmed soldiers charged headlong, meeting the watery weapons with blades that sparked and clashed. It was a clash of discipline against desperation.
For every ten Water Tribe soldiers who fell, twelve unarmed fell beside them.
But the unarmed fought like those who had nothing to lose and that made them dangerous.
One of the Water Tribe generals—Lord Sen lead a group of elite, he fought fearless pushing the unarmed back. No matter how much they have trained they were not a match for the man in front of them.
"They are retreating?" A commander of the water army said. Although they had not expected the unarmed to hold on so long, they never expecte to lose this battle.
"Chase, kill everyone of them," Lord Sen command.
The water army regroup and moved forward, to their surprise, the unarmed were not retreating, they were simply regrouping. No, that was wrong, those who have been fighting have indeed left the scene and this were a group of re-enforcement.
"Kill," although surprised by the turn of events, Lord Sen was determined to finish off this group of rats once and for all.
The water tribe army moved at his command but the unarmed did not make a move to defend But parted with a roar.
Clad in charred leather and a torn crimson cloak, the Mad King strode forward, his sword blackened and jagged from flame. His eyes, wild and sharp, scanned the chaos as if he were seeking judgment, not victory.
The Water Tribe soldiers paused. Even Lord Sen felt it; an unsettling aura that clung to him like smoke.
The Mad King was not a dancer like the Water Tribe warriors; he was a hammer—each swing of his blade cracked shields and split spears.
"One water army down and a change to overturn the water. Today, the unarmed would fight, for justice owe to our fathers and for a peace life for our children, kill," the mad king said as he engaged with the first water tribe soilder killing him with a single strick.
The unarmed cherry as the move forward with new hope and the determination. Even the water tribe soilders were a bit fearful of this mad king.
The plains became a blood-soaked quagmire. Water turned red. Blades chipped and broke. Screams filled the sky like thunder.
Hours passed, but neither side broke.
Eventually, as the sun dipped low and the clouds wept rain, the Water Tribe began to pull back, just slightly. Not retreating, but regrouping.
The unarmed did not pursue. They had lost too many. T
Bodies littered the field—warriors from both sides. Blood mingled with water, and fire from a broken catapult smoldered near the rear. The air stank of ash and iron.
"I want to challenge you king to a duet," seeing that the unarmed did not chase but hold their ground, Lord Sen decided to challenge the mad king. He had paid attention to the mad king fighting and felt that he would be able to defeat him. After all, the mad king had fought the most and killed the most. He was a king that protected his soilders so he was injured.
Lord son thought that if the mad king was foolish enough to accept this challenge then the war would come to an end.
After all without a leader, the unarmed were no different from rats.
The mad king said nothing and stepped forward. He also wanted to kill this man that had scared the unarmed.
So the two engaged in a duet.
"Stand close," fair lead a group of unarmed soilders close. He was scared that the water tribe would play some tricks and kill the mad king.
A group of water tribe soilders also step forward but they did not make a move. Just watch the two fight till the death.
In the beginning Lord Sen had an avybht after exchanging hands for a while he became disadvantage.
Seeing that Lord Sen was about to be killed by the mad king the water tribe army made a move to protect him.
Fair also watching blocked their attack. Still they managed to save Lord Sen even though he was gravely injured.
By nightfall, the first battle was over.
The Water Tribe had the advantage—but only by a thread. Their weapons were superior, their soldiers trained. But they had never faced an enemy that burned with such reckless defiance. The unarmed had tasted blood—and survived.
In his tent, the Mad King stood over a map stained with blood and dirt.
"We held them," said Fair, bandaging his side.
The surviving soilders of the unarmed cheered at his words. Although they had suffered lost; been able to survive and witnessing the water tribe show fear was something to celebrate.
The Mad King did not speak. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim candlelight. After a moment, he turned to the men.
"They bled," he said. "They are not gods. They are not dragons. They are men."
He looked out at the night where torches flickered over the wounded.
"And men can be broken."
"Break them all," a soilder shouted from the crowd.
Others echo his words.
"Today, we have fought and survived. Tonight we rest, tomorrow we fight again," the mad king said.
Cheers raised from the crowd again. The battle had given them the confidence to fight again.