Bad Ass Duck By Kain Vinosec A grenade flew over the wall that Charles had his back to. He thought it'd be a good place to get a break for a second from all the gunfire but clearly this was no time to breath. He stood up and kicked the grenade off into the hills, then ducked as it exploded with a shock that knocked over the tree it had landed next too. The tree fell onto the roof of the log cabin nearby and left a large hole and a lot of damage. Charles is a bad ass duck. Literally like a “quack quack” duck. His enemy is the Legion Of Frog Gods. Or the L.F.G. for short. They are actual frogs like “ribbit ribbit” frogs. This war has been going on for centuries and takes place on a world not unlike our own. Though this battle will end millennia before humanoids will begin to appear. In this world the lesser animals have grown to be the kings of the planet. Ducks, frogs, lizards and cows all function like the races on our own planet though generally through war alone do they interact. Charles is the saviour for the C.O.W. (Citizens Of Westesh) organization. They rule the city of Westesh which you may find lying on the western side of a particularly small continent. The whole continent is locked in war over which species should be the dominant one. Without a real steady means to travel from one continent to another due mainly to the boiling seas that connect the lands, most species are forced to learn to live with the others inhabiting their habitat. However this continent has never known peace. Charles sided with the C.O.W. organization after the D.U.K.S. (Dominated Underling KingS) organization betrayed a very brief peace treaty with the L.F.G. He felt that he couldn't continue killing for an organization that would not see peace as an option. He signed with C.O.W. and now kills his own people in the hopes that the continent may one day become peaceful. Charles was currently locked in a battle to defend a town from the L.F.G. His C.O.W. comrades had been defeated in an ambush and his ammunition was running low. He now found himself under direct attack from a countless number of Frog Soldiers and wished that his backup from the Salamander Triallis would hurry up and arrive. It is their town he's defending after all. Even though the four bands rarely got along with each other, they always lived by protecting lives from their enemies, even if it meant helping other enemies. So, in livelihood the whole continent's motto was something like “The Enemy Of My Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Enemy Against My Enemy Unless Innocents Are In Danger Even If They Are My Enemy In Which Case My Enemy Becomes My Friend Against My Enemy's Enemy”. Kind of confusing, but it covers all the bases. Charles stood and delivered a large barrage of bullets that rained down horizontally upon his Frog Brethren enemies. Several fell but for each that died another would hop out of the shadows. Charles ran out from behind his wall and over to a nearby transport truck. He slid underneath and came out the other side while the frogs continued chasing him down. The gunfire could be heard for miles and Charles knew that this was more than he could handle. He tried to stealth his way away from his enemies in the hopes that he could by himself some time until the Salamander Triallis arrived with his backup. He hid out in an ammunition shack for a full hour trying to figure out what to do. Finally he received a radio contact that said the Salamander Triallis had been destroyed by the D.U.K.S. He knew that no help was coming for him and he was practically doomed. DOOMED! He looked around at his surroundings and wanted to cry out for help even though no one would've been able to hear him. The town was lost, but maybe he could find a way out... He slumped against the shack's wall and tried to think of how to make his escape. Staring at the large boxes of ammunition and weaponry he decided that he needed to do something. He managed to stave off being found until dark and then attempted to make his move. He found his way back to the ammunition shack and offed the night guards that had been posted with silent lethal force. He gathered up all the weapons he could find that would be useful and that he could carry. He managed to hide some of the larger weapons around the camp where only he would be able to find them. Then he lit one of the explosives and ran outside to take cover. The ammunition shack sent an earth rumbling explosion high into the sky. The cloud and fire could've been seen from most places on the continent no doubt despite the darkness. He grabbed another stick of explosive and readied it. A large number of guards and important personnel ran over to examine the explosion. Charles lit his last explosive and threw it into the middle of them. Their bodies flew back and fell apart in ways that words cannot describe. An arm in a tree is worth a leg up another soldier's ass. Charles grabbed his pistol and barged into one of the commander's tents. He found the commander asleep and shot him in the face. Then he shot the cow that was laying in bed next to him. That's not an acronym. He was really a frog sleeping with a cow. It was creepy. Charles ran out knowing that their leader had been put out of commission. Most of their warriors were now dead and they had no backup ammunition. This was most certainly the best time to escape. Or at least it would've been if reinforcements hadn't come after seeing the explosion. Another fifty Frog Warriors had shown up. High level mother fuckers that wouldn't allow someone to kill that many of their own kind and then sneak off. Charles knew that a fight was in order and he proceeded to give it to them. It didn't take long for Charles to be discovered and then following all hell broke loose. Bullets rained down on everything. Walls of tents were turned into swiss cheese and Charles took a lot of damage in his legs mostly. It made it hard for him to waddle to safety. They found him once hiding inside a destroyed tent but he managed to set off a flash and blinded his enemies long enough for him to cap their miniature frog butts. He made it back into the shadows just in time for their buddies to arrive and look confused at the skill Charles was using. A new commander showed up soon with only two more soldiers. His name was Pappy Fragga. Baddest machete in the land. Though, guns and knives hardly ever have any competition with each other, Pappy was quite the skilled shanker and he was of course a bull of a frog. Large and bulky compared to his comrades. Still not much of a match for a duck though... Surely not. Charles managed to kill a few more guards and found a lake nearby. He swam amongst the reeds and stayed hidden for awhile. Guards would patrol the water once in awhile but most didn't see Charles sitting there waiting for them to pass by. Unfortunately it only takes one person to notice a duck in the water for everyone to shoot at him. Charles was swimming for his life. The frogs came in waves over the hill next to the lake. Charles managed his way across but was met with a reserve force of five. Their squad name was Reserve Force Five. They... They were reserved. Charles threw a smoke grenade at them but it didn't do much. He managed to off two of them but the other three were chasing him with pistols blazing. Charles made it up over the next hill and rolled down to the bottom. He fired back and hit one of the R.F.F.'s in the shoulder. Another in the leg. Those two were out of commission. The leader was all that remained and he fell back to keep an eye on his comrades. Charles made his way into a forest that was only a short ways away. The frogs came in force. The ground was crawling with them. Charles was a bit ahead but he couldn't keep running on his leg. He decided to turn and fight for his life. Charles fired several shots in the air to alert them of his position. The first two came running out from behind a couple of large hardwood trees holding large swords over their heads. Charles let loose a barrage of bullets from his machine gun until all he could hear was a clicking noise that told him he was out of ammo. The two frogs and an unseen third dropped in front of him. He smiled and threw his machine gun off into a clearing. He grabbed the shotgun off his back and began walking through the trees at a slow pace. He'd turn his way around a large tree or a group of weeds and let loose a huge blast right into the stomach of one of his froggy enemies. They would be all but obliterated. One tried to jump from a tree onto Charles to stab him. How the hell a frog got up into a tree Charles would never know, but the shotgun would make sure he wouldn't get a second chance. The shotgun quickly ran out of ammo and he only had three shots left in his pistol. He pulled out his small knife and proceed to stealth up behind several more of his enemies to cut their ribbit-bulging throats. He actually got into a knife fight with one of them. The blades crossing and both Charles and the frog dodging and hoping and waddling out of each other's paths. Charles would end up getting stabbed in his left wing but still he won the battle. Though now injured greatly, he continued making his way through the dense, dark forest as best he could. He finally made his way into a clearing. The same one he'd thrown his empty machine gun into earlier. Standing before him was Pappy Fragga. He froze and held out his knife. “I just want to go home man.” “I'm sorry son. You've killed a lot of people tonight and now you've gotta pay.” “I was just doing my job man. Just defending the people.” “And I was just trying to make the lives of my people better.” “Fine. At least promise me a fair fight.” “It is so.” Charles dropped his knife. Pappy Fragga threw aside his machete. The two attacked each other physically in a fierce whirlwind of wing-smacking, frog-drop-kicking madness. Charles managed to smack Pappy across the face with his beak. It left a large cut. Around that moment all of the other frogs from within the forest stepped into the clearing. Fragga gave them the motion to hold off and told them “If he wins, let him go.”. Charles smiled the best smile a duck can smile and replied “That's all I wanted.”. Pappy Fragga looked at him and smiled as well with the last words either would ever speak; “Make it happen.”. Charles charged Pappy Fragga. Fragga fought with a ferocity that had not been seen existing in frogs in some several hundred years. He was truly meant to be their leader. Charles fought with the desperation of someone that didn't want to die and felt his purpose hadn't yet been served. They fought for a good twenty minutes of straight web-footed kicking and tiny-arm punching craziness. Finally Pappy Fragga was slowly emerging as the victor. Charles couldn't stand to loose his life or his battle with Pappy. He remembered his pistol and the three shots he'd saved for his escape. He kicked Pappy hard in his left bulging eye which caused him to spin around. Charles pulled out the pistol and fired one shot straight through Pappy Fragga's back. He was dead. Charles felt that his mission was done. His purpose had been fulfilled. He also felt screwed because at that moment, all the other frogs began running towards him with their weapons ready to tear him apart. Bullets flew all around him and Charles feared there was nothing left to do. Charles spun around and fired another shot. He killed two of them with one bullet and knew that he had a chance... Charles the duck killed 35 frogs in one mission including one of their five great leaders; Pappy Fragga. He also killed at least 250 other enemies in approximately 13 other missions (some including covert ops). It is unknown whether or not he survived the last battle but he is remembered by the C.O.W. organization as one of their all-time greatest war heroes. Charles was a bad ass duck.