The Gates of Hell was open, and the residents wanted out. Thousands of Goblins all shapes and sizes poured out from the depths. Even the shamans Fyeon describe finally appeared welding rods made of wood with a lizard skull to the top. They shielded their faces with masks made from the skulls of a yak and wore a cloak made from grass. Once they were out. They stood alongside their master screeching immensely behind their mask eager to fight.
Iegor looks ahead to Eric and the company. They were unharmed by the fallen rock. It was a welcoming sight to his eyes, but a horde of Brutes now stood before them. His sights then returned to Pyanna far behind upon the cliffs. She also had her hands filled as more and more Goblins appeared, but yet still she held her own, for how long? He dare not put to the test.
Iegor grips his horse's reigns even tighter. Trying his best to contain himself. For his fury was going by the second. This was not what he wishes for his troops. He wanted them to see their families again it has been far too long since they had seen them, but that wish was quickly fading along with any hope they held this infuriated him.
The way out was blocked, and an army with superior numbers stood before them. Heading back the way they came wasn't even an option. It would mean almost certain death if they did. Then again, where they were also meant certain death as well. It was not welcoming options. Iegor thought long and hard for a solution and like a ray of hope... it came to him.
Dawn's light poured over the valley. Resting upon Iegor's face almost blinding him and within the instant through pinch eyes, He saw a glowing Peirrim and a plan. Peirrim's power was returning. It would be several hours before he would be at full strength, but Iegor knew Peirrim would have enough to do what he had in mind.
" Peirrim, get back to the troops, we're going to need your power " Iegor Uttered.
" But Pyanna " Peirrim quickly replied starring at sister fighting height upon the cliffs.
" Don't worry about Pyanna, Just doing as I command " Iegor yelled.
" My Lord I can not leave my sister behind " Peirrim replied feeling his rage building.
Iegor knew fully well how much Pyanna meant to Peirrim. Nevertheless, he needed his power if everyone were to survive. Iegor motion his horse to move closer to Peirrim, and place a comforting hand upon Peirrim's shoulder, and spoke to him with a soft but firm tone.
" Peirrim listen to me" Iegor replied ". I would never let any harm come to anyone in my company. You know this, but right now they need you. Only you have the means to send them home. You have always been there for them. Will, you turn your back on them now? ".
Peirrim felt the cut of Iegor's word. Sharper than any blade. His eyes blazed with fury and Without a word, he tosses his shield aside and kicks his horse in motion to the direction of Eric and the company. Fyeon ordered his remaining pack Niisar and Fassha to aid Peirrim.
Along the way, Peirrim grabbed a spear that was stuck in the ground without stopping his pace. He raced across the Savannah till he could see the Brutes moving on the company. In one quick move, He tosses the spear clean across the field with an incredible force piercing through three Brutes trailing to back.
The other Brutes turned around in time to see Peirrim grab another by the throat. Hoising the poor creature high with his left hand as rode by. He snaps the beast's neck before tossing it at the others. One of the Brutes took a bowlder and threw it at Peirrim as he charged in with Niisar and Fassha. The bowlder collided with Peirim's horse killing it instantly and send him flying into the air. Using that momentum Peirim grabbed hold of that same brute by its face and slammed it hard on its back into the ground. Drawing his sword, He applied the finishing blow to its chest.
Peirrim stood up and withdrew his sword from the creature. Niisar and Fassha quickly joined him standing on each side snarling at the Brutes with the blood of their last kill still fresh on their tongues. Peirrim eyes blazed more intense than before. It was a sign indicating to them, Who's next.
Far ahead Eric drew his sword and yelled to the troops.
" !! BATTLE FORMATIONS !! "
Following his command, they began to form a line. Readying their shields and weapons of choice. Two of Drako's Dragons descended down to join them as well. The Brutes were now trapped between.
Periim and the Namian Tigers to the back. The Flaming Claw and the Dragons to the front. The Brutes look back and forth confused as to what to do next. Peirrim and the company gave them no time to decide, and rush them full force. If they had not known death or fear, Then they were about to learn their lessons well.