The battlefield lit up with explosions, sending people flying in all directions as if the ground had turned against them. And in more pces than I can count, swirling wind vortexes were mercilessly spinning people into the sky. Their cries of despair drowned out by the relentless battle, as they helplessly twirled like ragdolls in the maelstrom.
Chaos everywhere. No formation, just killings and brutality. Soldiers in steel cshed with savage ferocity, swords cleaving through flesh and bone. Blood spattered the ground as lifeless bodies fell, their st breaths stolen by the brutality of an almost one sided battle. The air rang with agonized screams of wounded soldiers, their pleas of mercy met with cold indifference. I saw one old man swung a massive warhammer, shattering the shield of his opponent before delivering a crushing blow to the helm beneath, sending the unlucky Drakorian warrior sprawling in a lifeless heap. A fire mage, wreathed in weird energy unleashed a torrent of arcane fire that engulf a group of soldiers, their anguish cries unheard.
No matter where I looked, there was no respite from the violence and brutality of this war. My soldiers were falling with little to no resistance at all.
And I can't find mother anywhere. Neither can I find Helene. I don't know what she had pnned before the battle but no doubt it has been thwarted, seeing how we are been sughtered and pushed back. A dozen knights, who should be helping in the battle, formed a defensive line infront of me fighting the massive awakened numbers that keep trying to get to me. I stood rooted on the city walls debris, completely helpless.
This was not how it was suppose to go. How do they keep standing back up? No matter what I hit them with, they stand back up after mere seconds. Some don't even fall, they just stumble.
A knight was flung backward and crashed onto the rough rubble, immobilized. I stared at him for a moment, seeing if he would move but he didn't. As I approached and bend down to check if he was still alive an arrow sped past the side of my face, too fast for me to react. I heard the thunk of it hitting something solid, and looked up to find an enemy fighter, with an arrow buried halfway into his skull. He must have appeared from the shadows because he wasn't there a second ago.
I turned to where the arrow came from to see Erik approaching. His shoulder length blonde hair, normally packed at the back with a bck band had been let loose, and his usual bountiful quiver had less than a dozen arrows left.
"We are losing control, Your Majesty." he said, calmly. "We have to retreat"
Retreat to where, I wondered. We lose here then I'm fucked.
I looked out at the chaotic battle scene, my fingers unconsciously glossing over the small amulet from King Al-Hashem. At the far distance, a battling Ulric came to view. He is gliding mid-air comfortably thwarting the efforts of Mustapha and Vojnka. Keeping his distance while shooting projectiles from his fingers. Out of nowhere, a nd slide smmed heavily into the back of Vojnka, and even though I couldn't hear her cry, I felt that must have hurt as hell.
Out the corner of my left eye, an enemy soldier drove a sword into the back of a Drakorian fighter who was fighting another.
There's no direction I look and feel relief. Soldiers are fighting against 2 or 3 at the same time. Barely an hour in and we already face utter defeat. I should have taken that deal.
"Join Mustapha against the grand mage" I instructed Erik as if I hadn't heard his initial suggestion. "Tell Vojnka to find another battle"
He stared at me for a moment then bowed and left. I watched him run into the battlefield, bend down at a fallen soldier and collected his full quiver and strap it to his back and continue running, his short bde sshing at every exposed neck of an enemy soldier on his path.
There's something I'm missing but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to wrap mind around it.
"Nine of you, join the fight," I commanded the defensive line before me. They turned to exchange confused gnces. "Now!" I demanded.
With a subtle bow, they dash into the battle.
My heart began to pound as they disappeared into the chaos of the battle. It is necessary, I reassured myself. More knights out there gives us a chance of evenning things. Even if it leaves me vulnerable.
"What am I missing?" I pondered out loud, my thoughts racing as I called upon my profile. It had to be reted to the stats, perhaps a difference in levels. For some reason my gaze traveled and rested on the attack and defense stats but nothing was clicking. I can't recall Aleksander's stats but he sure was stronger than me by no small margin.
What am I missing?
As I continued looking at them intently, out of nowhere a powerful arrow directed at my head was thwarted by my invisible shield but was still strong enough to heavily tilt my head and made me stumble.
Six enemy soldiers were rushing at us. I quickly picked up a sword but the knights were already engaged with them. They were kind of strong but the fight was already reaching it's end.
A swirl of the bde caught an enemy soldier by the throat and was quickly followed by a back hand sp that sent him stumbling to crash by the side.
I approached the fallen enemy soldier, his wide, fearful eyes locking onto mine. Tears welled up in his gaze, and he choked on his own blood, struggling for breath. He looks too young to be in a battlefield.
[Name : Fredhrick Aloha]
[Css : Warrior]
[Level : 18]
[Strength : 75]
[Attack : 142]
[Defense : 96]
[Agility : 62]
[Stamina : 82]
[Swordmanship; Whirlwind ; Counterstrike ; Unyielding Will]
I tried [Blood arts] on him but it didn't activate. In the midst of chanting a spell, life left his eye. I was disappointed even though I knew it wouldn't work.
He was level 18 but I couldn't use [Blood arts] on him, yet somehow used it easily on Aleksander, who was 35? 32? Makes no sense. Is it because of the css? I dou--wait?
I chanted a quick spell and fire engulfed my sword, not harming the steel. In quick strides, I began walking into the battlefield.
"Your Majesty?" I heard the concerned voice of the knights calling out to me, but my mind was consumed by the chaos of the moment. I felt as if I were in a trance, unable to fully register their words.
An enemy soldier had his back to me in a fight against a Drakorian soldier.
[Css : Warrior]
[Defense : 182]
With all my might, I struck him with a powerful ssh. The soldier all but twitched, though enough distraction to give the Drakorian soldier a chance to end his life.
He crumbled to the ground, and the victorious Drakorian soldier, his breath ragged from the intense battle, wasted no time, immediately diving into another csh.
I squatted down amidst the deafening combat noises reverberating dangerously close behind me. With urgency, I rolled the fallen soldier's body to turn his back toward me. His leather bore the scars of my ssh, torn and mangled, yet his body remained remarkably unscathed.
I looked up, scanning the field. I picked up a wind mage close by. He is fast but I can get him with a quick wide attack. Even if it comes at the expense of some colteral.
I stood back up.
"Your Majesty, it is not safe here." I heard one of the knights say, breathing hard from exhaustion.
"It is not safe anywhere," I thought to myself, or maybe I said it outloud, I don't know. I just found myself walking towards the wind mage, incantation already on my lips.