When the greatest weapons and technology does nothing, it’s not always the end of the battle. Sometimes you just have to grab the nearest heavy object and go medieval on your adversary.
She had watched them glide through nukes that did not explode as they were supposed to. She saw both bazookas and bombs fail to ignite in their presence. Even guns would not fire.
The alien invasion did not kill. They didn’t need to. They simply stopped their enemy - the humans - from doing anything to hurt them.
Not even tasers would fire.
All this, she watched, as the leader of the free world moved from office, to temporary shelter, to bunker underground. And her duty was to stand around, looking pretty in her dress uniform with a stupid dress sword and, only when push came to shove, put her body in the way of anything the aliens had to throw at him.
They defeated the electro-magnetic lock in less than a second.
“Why do you ascended monkeys keep on trying?” The alien shook his head. Only now, close up, was it possible to see that their mouths were out of sync with their words. “We have the means to defeat any and all sources of ignition on your pitiful weapons. You are completely powerless against us.”
The action came before the thought.
Swords don’t have ignition sources.
But by the time that went through her head, her sword was already out, in her hand, and speeding point-first towards the threat.
It was a perfect lunge. Something taught in Presentation Drill but never expected to be used. She would hurt tomorrow; but by tomorrow, the world would have changed.
The alien looked down at the metal sticking through its chest. “How crude,” it said. “And yet, so very effective.”
And then it died.
The Secret Service folks performing the wall of bodies around their leader stared in shock and awe.
“What are you all standing there for? Go get something pointy and stick it in these bastards!”
It was the first and last war won against superior technology with swords, arrows, spears, pikes and halberds. It was definitely the last war won by trebuchet, catapult, and mangonel.
And it was the last war that aliens ever tried to bring to Earth.
She hung the sword on her wall, when she retired with honours. A reminder for herself, her children, and anyone who came to see her or it.
There is no such thing as an everything-proof shield.
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