In the darkness Gwyneth approached the Tuskdran camp, sitting at the base of Pest peak in front of the tranquil Fork. In the dead of night in front of a makeshift wooden spiked fence. Two guards leaned on their spears, with their hounds asleep at their feet. Metal scraped against the ground. The hounds perked up, instantly growling. They held their spears out, with their hounds growling into the darkness. The sound came to a halt. A guard took his torch throwing it into the darkness. The torch was split in half, extinguished in the same stroke. The hounds barked incessantly pulling against their leashes. Gwyneth's sword breaker spun through the air, cleaving the left guard and his hound in half. Before the other guard could react, she appeared beside him, her cape flowing behind. The hound fell silent, whimpering with its tail tucked between its legs. "Tell your comrades. That the Butcher is here."
The guard and his hound took off screaming. "BU-BU-BUT-BUTCHER!THE BUTCHER IS HERE! BUTCHER! THE BUTCHER!" Gwyneth ripped her weapon out of the corpse, and unclasped her cape. Pinning it, on fence. She slung her weapon, over her shoulder and sauntered down towards the camp. Hearing the screams of battalions mobilizing. Fire gates being opened to illuminate the night sky. Princess Farella awoke to the screaming and rushed out in her night gown. She witnessed her army rushing towards a figure, lethargically making their way down. "BUTCHER!" A soldier cried out. Gwyneth let out a sigh, adjusting her visor. The first wave of spear men rushed in, with their weapons held out. Their hounds barking at their sides. She planted her feet, taking the wrath stance. As the first wave drew in close, a large Arcane Gate appeared beneath Gwyneth.
The magenta gate spun beneath her. The men hesitated their charge. Gwyneth took a step forward swinging her blade. A giant wave of Arcane energy released from her weapon, decimating through the wave. Their limbs rocketed off, as it made contact with the Arcane blade. The army came to a stop, staring at Gwyneth, as blood rained from the sky. She entered into the wrath stance once more. One soldier quickly threw his spear to the ground, throwing his hands into the air. "I SURRENDER!" Gwyneth released another, destructive Arcane blade, killing them all in one fell swoop. She shrugged past his corpse.
Princess Farella watched on in complete shock. Frozen in place. Watching limb after limb, fly into the air. Charging screams turning into screams of agony and terror. Arcane blades shot out in every direction, cleaving flesh in every direction. Gwyneth split everything asunder, her Arcane blades, only dissipating after slicing through the thicker beasts. "MAGIC INCOMING!" A captain bellowed. Gwyneth stopped her dance of death, breathing heavily watching as several giant Fire gates filled the air above her. She scanned the area, as the men gave her a sinister smile. Their morale rising and fighting spirit returning. Princess Farella emerged from the crowd, riding atop a sabre-toothed tiger. "Surrender Butcher. You are surrounded, alone and weary. I promise, that we treat our prisoners well." Gwyneth ripped off her helmet, enjoying the brisk air touching her sweating face. Farella sucked on her teeth. How is it that even after slaughtering hundreds, she's still that beautiful?
Gwyneth tossed her helmet towards Farella. "I heard that your army ran into my student. And that he killed quite a few of them." She chuckled. Farella rolled her eyes. "Yes, your little Elf was seen killing a few stragglers." "The Forsaken Knight is my student." A shiver ran down everyone's spine, their skin bumped. The Butcher trained the Forsaken Knight? She let out a low sinister laugh, scanning the area. Watching their morale waver. "Nevertheless. You are surrounded. And-" Gwyneth cut her off, raising her sword towards Farella. "Run along. I don't want to accidentally kill you." "KILL HER!" The Fire gates pulsed. Gwyneth performed a graceful pirouette releasing a wide arching Arcane blade through the gates. The fire disappeared and darkness fell upon them once more. Farella watched as the last flicker of lights disappeared, the only light left. Was the gleaming steel spear tips, and the haunting lilac glow of Gwyneth's eyes, as she spun into another attack.
Screams erupted out. Gwyneth begun another waltz of death, humming a rhythmic tune as Arcane blades, shot out indiscriminately. A soldier tackled Farella off her mount. She ordered him to remove, his grips only to see his severed arm attached to her.. The air became thick with blood, and the starry night sky, blotted out with flying limbs. Farella crawled to her feet, running deeper into her camp. "GET THE BERSERKERS! NOW!" Gwyneth cut her way in deeper. She felt the occasional steel bite her armour, knocking her rhythm off. Nearing the base of the camp, Gwyneth was struck in the chest by a savage blow, from a metal mace. Her breastplate cracked, and she tumbled through the camp. Soldiers tried to capitalize, stabbing down with all their might. Recovering with a spinning handstand, she swung her cleaver with it, releasing another devastating Arcane blade.
Gwyneth quickly fell back to her knees, clutching her chest. Each breath made her ribs creak. They weren't broken, but definitely fractured. She gazed up seeing several glowing eyes, glaring at her. She took a deep breath, rising to her feet, using her cleaver as an aide. "Berserkers..." "Great..." They wore the pelt of a slain Draken. Wearing armour made of their bones. They clattered and clinked marching towards her. "Surrender Butcher! You'll be the most, well taken care whore, in all of Jux." Farella smugly called out. Gwyneth's cleaver flew through the air, being stopped by two Berserkers. Their swords made from the spines of a Draken. They cackled maniacally around her. Four Berserkers charged in, their spine swords raised up high. Gwyneth held her arm out. In an instant her gauntlet, vambraces and couter exploded into shrapnel.
The Berserkers tumbled beside her, gurgling on their own blood. Trying their best to hold their blood in. She slowly waded over the corpses. "ATTACK HER!" Farella screamed. The Tuskdran soldiers attempted to perform a flank attack. Gywneth lurched forward, and her breastplate exploded into shrapnel. The surviving soldiers quickly retreated. She eyed the remaining Bersekers, hesitantly gripping their swords. "Let's see you kill a real Dragon." She growled, her engorged torso heaving. Gwyneth leapt forward her armour exploding off, transforming into her Draken state. She crushed one of the slower Berserkers under her claw. The others evaded her transformation, quickly scaling her legs. They dug their weapons into her flesh. She cried out, shaking them off and mauling them with her claws.
She blocked a volley of spears and boulders with her wings. Swiping at them with her tail, cleaving them apart. A Berserker dug his blade between claw and foot, twisting it with all his might. Gwyneth screamed out, quickly biting the man's torso off. She spat his guts out, stumbling backwards. Fire gates opened above, and fireballs begun raining down onto her. She moved deeper into the camp, towards the Fork. Farella grinned seeing Gwyneth retreat. "ATTACK! KEEP ATTACKING! SHE'S ALMOST DONE!" Gwyneth stumbled back, seeing the army congregrate towards her. She smiled digging her claws into the ground. Taking a deep breath, a Arcane gate opened in front of her snout. Farella froze in horror, as Gwyneth roared out a laser blade. Her army decimated in one attack.
Gwyneth reverted back to her human state, lying naked against the Fork. Her ribs now broken, several stab wounds, and covered in blood. She crawled towards the Fork, touching the cool gentle stream. She let out a weak and ragged chuckle. There was only one person, who could quell the Fork. 'Sorry, Yamada...Didn't realize how rusty I am...' She heard the shouting of men, getting closer. 'Don't think, I'll be here when you get back...' The sound grew closer. 'Don't lose yourself...' Tears welled her eyes. A giant splash of the Fork bombarded her face. She gasped and choked on the salty water, forcing herself to sit up. She saw the silhouette of a ship, crashed in front of her. "I must be dead." She groaned. A cape draped over her, with several Blesseds, quickly branding her. She glanced up to see Gwayn staring down at her. Knights of the Silver City poured out, sending the stragglers of Tuskdran back through the mountain path. She collapsed onto the ground laughing, as the Blesseds' casted stupor on her. "This is the weirdest dream ever...." She slowly passed out.
"Is she asleep?" The Blesseds nodded. Gwayn immediately fell to his knees vomiting violently. He quickly caressed and kissed the stones at his feet. "Oh, thank you sweet merciful land. I'll never take you for granted again. Fuck that boat, fuck flying. Only land. Only sweet stable land." A Silver City knight approached Gwayn, looking at him askance. "Sir...the Tuskdrans...have left..." He shot up, acting as if nothing had happened. "Good, take everything and send word to the Citadel. The Silver City is here to help." The knight nodded. "What will we do with the ships?" "I will destroy these evil machinations, once all them have arrived." He declared, proudly. "Or we could bring them with us, and help supply the Citadel with wood?" A Blessed said. "Fine. Once all ships have arrived, we will bring them to the Citadel." He sulked. Gwayn rolled his eyes, angrily muttering to himself. "Stupid ships, always rocking. Making me feel fucking sick."