Clang!
Cleave!
Rumble!
Crack!
Yeah- this was a battlefield.
People were flying away-
Thunder was falling down-
The earth was cracking up- devouring everything.
Arrows flying around and spears dancing-
Yeah- a battlefield.
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"Marie!"
Though I was literally at the forefront- most soldiers just avoided me.
The few that came for my head were blasted away by Nalia who apparently was acting as my guard rather than commandeering her whole wing which was being taken care of by an Alf.
And the Alves were excellent commanders- so not much to do on my end.
"Yes!?"
"Take charge! I'm going in for the commanders!"
The fastest way to win this war was to get rid of theirs. We were at a severe disadvantage when it came to numbers.
People were dying.
On both sides.
And it was happening because of me-
So it was evident I do something about this-
