[ WP ] Aliens come to Earth in hoping to wipe us out and take over the planet , but are honorable and gives us a fighting chance . They announce they will return in 100 years so as to give Earth a chance to prepare and defend itself . Neither side expected what the other would bring to war

It was here, in a crater forged into the Earth eons ago by an event which wiped out nearly all life eons ago, that the battle for humanity's own existence was to be held. 
 
 How fitting. 
 
 Lined at the base of the crater stood a thousand of Earth's best soldiers. Trained from birth, it was their destiny to die so that millions may live. 
 
 Like a scene from the middle ages each fighter held a pike adorned with their own colorful banner, a representation of their unique personalities and traits. Some were brightly colored and adorned with symbols such as the fleur de lis and the Teutonic cross, statements of a more chivalrous past. Others held aloof banners representing their place of birth with pictures of the Eiffel Tower and Mount Everest, to name a few. And then there were the solemn few who held up Icons of their gods, hoping to be delivered from this day by a force in which few people still believed. 
 
 This image was mirrored on the other side of the crater except it was much more alien in more ways than one. These unwelcome visitors were refugees fleeing an event similar to the one immortalized by this crater. They were a honorable people who had felt pity for the human race when they first arrived and gave humanity one hundred years to prepare themselves for a more honorable fight. 
 
 But both sides were reluctant to fight the other. 
 
 One hundred years is a long time, and over the decades attempts to reconcile with one another were made. Humanity, desperate to find a companion in the bleak emptiness of the universe, reached out to these refugees with open arms hoping for solidarity. Humanity was fascinated, awestruck, by the otherworldly visitors. Humanity, reared on science fiction classics that told of alien worlds and people, could not get enough of these newcomers. Humanity offered the refugees anything that they needed. Food, clothing, supplies, love, humanity was willing to offer nearly everything that the refugees could ever want. Everything, except for what the refugees truly wanted. A home to call their own. Not a home to be shared, not a place to be temporarily stored like cattle waiting for another planet to be made to their suiting. They wanted a place to call their own. They wanted Earth so that they could replace what they had lost. 
 
 But humanity was not willing to even share the coldest reaches of the arctic to these refugees. Humanity had worked so hard to clean up the mess their ancestors had left. The Earth was theirs, and that was final. 
 
 And so, a thousand representatives gathered here today to determine the fate of their species. 
 
 David stood ahead of the other fighters. He was of mixed descent hailing from European Knights and Oriental Samurai. David was the epitome of humanities romanticized feelings of warriors. He breathed heavily as thoughts rushed through his head. David had been chosen as the warrior to represent humanity in her final fight against the refugees. This terrified him. Yes he had no doubt in his fighting capabilities, but to represent his entire race? It reminded him of how he had to recite meaningless passages in his youth in front of his peers in order to prove that he had learned the lessons of past military failures. And now here on the world stage he used the same breathing techniques that had calmed him on the classroom floor. 
 
 He was snapped out of his stupor by the sounding of a horn. The fight was about to begin. David sighed, and began the march to the middle of the crater. 
 
 He could see his opponent from the other side of the crater. They were on top of some strange beast of burden. It was hard to make out the general shape of the thing as the sun glistened off of its ceremonial armor, most likely made just for this occasion. However when his opponent finally realized that David was making the trek on foot, the refugee was quick to dismount and continue towards the crater's center on foot as well. David chuckled at this. He always found the refugees to be too honorable for their own good. He remembered how during his youth that the elite warriors of the refugees would come and inspect their human advisories in order to make sure that a hundred years was enough time for humanity to be worthy enough to fight them, or if they needed more time. A humorous memory came to him of how one time a massive warrior accidentally knocked one of their caretakers over by simply bumping into her. She was an older woman who had dislocated her shoulder on the fall, and the next twenty minutes was spent coercing this poor warrior out of killing himself for `` dishonoring'' himself by `` attacking'' and innocent. David grinned stupidly at this. Yes the refugees were too honorable, and humanity was grateful for this. 
 
 Soon however David's opponent came into full view. Their armor was almost godlike when compared to the large heavy suit of metal he wore. His armor combined the east and the west quite gracefully, and while he never cared for it, he remembered the look of the designers face as they drew the armor out on a piece of paper. He could clearly picture that big dumb smile the designer wore as they created their magnum opus, and that feeling of joy was enough for David to be happy with what he got. 
 
 When David got even closer to his adversary the finer details of their armor began to show. The armor was ornately detailed with what appeared to be grapevines, but they were alien in their shape. Yet again David was transferred back to his youth as he remembered the vines that had griped to the side of the institution that he had called home his entire life. He distinctly recalled hoisting himself up the side of the building on these sturdy vines as they desperately clung to the wall despite David's tugging on them. Soon the thoughts of doom that had filled his head were replaced with memories of his childhood, and he calmed down. 
 
 David did n't realize how close he was to his opponent when they called out. He snapped back realizing he was about to walk into them. He stumbled back and looked up at his taller advisory, noting the foot difference in their heights. They stared at each other, not knowing what to do. The silence was broken when the refugee removed their helmet and held it at their size. David realized that his adversary was actually a female. Her face had only the slightest resemblance to a human, with two large black eyes framed by ruddy skin with gold irises and a small nose that was inline with her face and was nothing more than two slits, with a mouth that pinched up in the middle. If the two had meet in different circumstances, there would probably have been a more comfortable outcome to this meeting. David removed his own helmet, and from the way her eyes brightened, the feeling was mutual. 
 
 `` I am David'' he said breaking the silence. She took a deep breath and bellowed in her people's thick accent, `` DAVED, AMEL TEC NEMA.'' David winced a little at the change in volume. She perked up slightly, but she was no less nervous than her adversary. But she gasped and fumbled around looking for something. Finally she found it, and she clumsy brought out two small glasses and a flask. She clumsily poured the two glasses, spilling the alien liquid everywhere, and offered one to David announcing `` DETU MEH-TE, DAVED, QUETUSO MAHTE FUSO!'' David has no idea what this meant, but he assumed it was an invitation to drink before the battle. So David took the glass, lifted it up and said `` Cheers.'' She took a second before responding `` KHE-KER-R-R, `` she struggled with the r, `` KHE -- KHEES!'' They drank. 
 
 David felt odd as the bitter drink took its hold. Soon the crater faded away and it was just him and his opponent. It was a drug, and judging from how she stuck her tongue out and gagged, it was her first time with the bitter drink as well. But he was calm, and soon he drew his weapon, slowly turning a bright red as it heated up until it was hot enough to cut through steel. His sword was a crude copy of the refugees weapon, but it got the job done. 
 
 The charged each other, exchanging blows and swung around each other. They stood there, watching each other. They did this again, looking for openings in the others stance. They traded places around three more times. Then the two committed to the fight. Sparks flew as the two warriors engaged in combat. Each movement lead into each other, creating an interwoven dance. Sparks flew each time the swords hit each other. 
 
 This continued for hours, and soon the battle was wearing them down. The movements more sluggish, each blow more and more calculated in the hopes to finally land that one good hit. And then David saw that opportunity. Every time she swung from the left she staggered slightly. So he feigned an attack from the right, causing her to swing from the left. The perfect moment to strike. He sidestepped the attack and pushed her to the ground. He raised his sword into the air. 
 
 The battle was over. 
 
 But then a sharp pain flowed through his body. She had wildly swung his sword and had slashed across his chest. He rapidly brought his hands to his chest, the sword swinging alongside it. The sword cleaved cleanly into her shoulder and dangerously close to her neck, and she let out a painful cry. 
 
 He fell to his knees next to her, their blood pooling between them. He began phasing in and out of consciousness, and noticed that his opponent had removed her helmet and her skin was dangerously pale. He tore off his helmet, and they stared at each other. Soon, they began laughing. They laughed and laughed and laughed, total disconnected from reality. 
 
 And soon these two enemies found each other embracing each other in the brotherhood of mortality, as their 999 brothers and sisters charged each other in the battle of the century. 
 
 They two forces charged each other, not knowing the similarities that bond them. 
 
 Breed for Honor. 
 
 Breed for the Fight. 
 
 Breed to Die. 
 
 ( note: this was written quite quickly so I apologize for errors, C & C appreciated )
