"Th-there are just too many of them, sir!"One of the Captain's subordinates replies firing a flaming arrow down at one of the many goblins trying to scale the massive wall protecting the city-the creature letting a high-pitched shrill of pain as fell to grown…taking at least one of brethren with to the burning pits.
The lord Captain soon looked down over the edge of the wall to see that the soldier was in fact correct…the man counting at least half a hundred thousand remaining goblins, orcs, and other such unholy creatures all charging towards the city with the burning intent to kill, rape and pillage the city and its people.
The man's jaw clenched frustrated…his anger and frustration at not being able to combat such a large host on his own.
"…Tell the mages to raise a protective barrier over the city and prepare a what forces we can spare for an offensive assault!" the Captain ordered with a non-negotiable tone in his voice.
"B-but sir-"the soldier tries to protest but is immediately cut off.
"Just do it!" the lord Captain growled fumingly
"Y-yes my lord!"The soldier stuttered before immediately heading off to carry out his orders.
The lord Captain soon looks down at the swiftly advancing enemy with a dark grimace on his face… a heavy sigh quickly escaping his lips.
Soon enough what troops could be spared are quickly gathered into a small offensive force with the lord Captain himself at the helm clad head to toe in full steel plated armor and mounted a beautiful black coated mare.
The heavy gates of the city slowly creaked open with the sound of slightly rusted gears nerve rackingly turning as the gates each rose one by one.
When the last finally rose-the Captain rode forth until reaching the very threshold.
The sun's golden-colored light shimmers off the well-polished surface of the soldiers.
"Charge!" The lord Captain cries out for all to hear.
The entire company soon comes stampeding out of the gates hungry for the blood-drenched glory of battle.
It does not take long for the small offensive company to be overtaken by the much larger invasion force…even the lord Captain is thrown off his horse by a stray arrow plunging into the mare's left eye-the lord Captain tumbled onto the ground with his sword slipping from its scabbard just a few inches out of reach.
A small group of orcs soon surrounds the man just as he manages to finally just in stab one of the enclosing orcs in the eyes.
*graaaugh*
The orc cries out in pain just as the lord Captain quickly yanked his sword free of the creature's eye socket…blood seeming to almost automatically starting to spurt out like a crimson-colored Geyser-the orc quickly dropped his weapon to cover his eye…this was the opportunity the captain needed!
The man swiftly slashed the orc's exposed dark grey flesh-his blade nearly slicing his almost rock-like skin…creating along gash to open with deep red strips to trail down.
The orc fell and his brothers all seem to rush to avenge him.
The lord Captain immediately manages to fell three more of the monstrous creatures-but the third manages to nick the man on the right shoulder with an ax laced with an unfamiliar poison to the man.
The poisons were near instantaneous-with the man was now fighting for his very life with his slashes quickly becoming more and more savage and very disparate as he seemed to lose more and more of his strength-the lord Captain knew that he was a dead man…he breathing grew heavier and heavier his strength continued to gradually fade away at a rapid pace.
*pant* *pant* *pant*
The man was panting heavily as he quickly looked around to see his men ruthless beginning to be brutally slaughtered all around him; the man's head was caked with sweat and had a small trickle of crimson-colored liquid began to slide down the right part of my forehead…the man knew that he was doomed…still he was determined that if he was that if he really was to die this day-'then let it be with a sword my hands and a lion's roar in my throat!' The man thinks still unyielding…still ready to fight to the bitter end.
"…For Bodin and Sapphira!" The man cries out ready to fight to his very last breath.
The man began to fight like a mad dog-wildly slashing and hacking away at the seemingly endless wave after wave of enemies...blood stains the polished steel of his armor; the man gradually began to grow exhausted, sweat caked his forehead, and his whole body began to ache with his bones beginning to quickly become brittle and every muscle beginning to burn.
It does not take long before the lord captain was on his knees-blood quickly spurting out like a geyser, the man's sword drops onto the ground with a ring-ting like sound.
A massive dark shadow soon began to loom over the badly injured man-a giant orc chief clad in leather armor with the bloodstained furred pellet of a dead mountain lion draped over his broad shoulders-the lord Captain disappointedly tries to lift his weakened sword arm in a last-ditch effort to defend himself…but alas it was no use-the man prepared himself for death…. But nothing happens as the massive orc's torso was cleanly sliced in two with one mighty stroke of the sword-the upper half body went flying across the air with a sea-like spray of blood gushing all over the place.
The man was left both relieved yet also stunned by the alarming speed in which the orc chieftain was killed-the action seemingly appearing instantaneous…for a moment it appeared as if the gods themselves had struck the vile creature down…that is until the man sees a tall and slender figure clad head to heel in blood-stained armor bearing the crest of the ninth royal elite golden dragon army.
"…Are you alright?" the armored woman asked offering a hand to the Lord Captain.
Thankfully the man nods quickly seeing the tide of the battle swiftly turn to his side's favor; the man looks on at his mysterious savor, who stood with armor shining in the hanging noon sun-the mystery woman boldly raises her narrow hilted Brownsword that had a rainbow-colored gleam quickly slide along its metallic blue tainted blade.
"For Tyrrell and Sapphira!" The woman roared out to rally her troops as well as her allies.
A resounding cry was given in response: FOR TYRRELL! FOR SAPPHIRA!-the woman soon lunges herself headfirst into the fray, the lord captain's eyes widen as he watches the armored woman swiftly and gracefully seemed to move about the battlefield and cutting down foe after foe-the woman's sword seemingly glowing with a flaming like mystical energy.
The rest of her gave similar mystical attacks with swords,axes,spears and so on -by the time all the fighting was done the battle field laid littered with the dead bodies of monster and man a like…but the day had been won.
The mysterious woman in the armor of the ninth dragon army stood holding the severed head of the monster's leader…a massive orc or hobgoblin like creature with a long scar that roughly trailed downward along the it's right side.
The remaining soldiers abruptly began to cheere the young woman's name."hooray Crystalia blackfyre savor of Tyrrell!" The soldiers cry out in celebration.
The young woman-Crystalia sharply watched as the last of the remaining monsters fled beyond the far off hill…I faint smile creasing on her face.