Open Battlefield, The Province Of Nestra...
With Tenuis The Vile finally dead, it did little to quell the uprising of his most trusted generals who had elected to carry on attempting outright conquest in his stead. Lycidas and the warriors of Medina continued to wage war against the "would-be conquerors" driving them back into their territories and away from the other provinces. It was a contest of skill, will, and boldness as many a warrior from Medina had their blades covered in blood from their foes. Lycidas had managed to do away with the rebellious King of Nestra, but his generals continued to push for power, and in that, they were fair game. The Second Prince of Medina moved about the battlefield like a seasoned hunter hacking and slashing his foes with ease and speed unheard of aside from when his men had witnessed his impressive feats. Arrows flew past the unsuspecting pinning the half-starved bodies to the ground and any other place where the previous occupants of the now-deceased pile of corpses were attempting to flee. A few arrows zipped passed Lycidas as he set his sights on one of Nestra's accomplished archers.
The clanking of steel and iron echoed across the mud-covered terrain as fire broke out igniting the dead grasses that lined up near a clearing entrapping warriors and soldiers alike where they continued to do battle amid the blaze of fury and thick black smoke. The coppery scent of blood was high on the wind as well as the stench or rot from fallen corpses and decay from the wastelands themselves.
The putrid air had done little to churn the stomach of Lycidas who had been about as battled hardened as one could get during situations like this. Some of the men had not been so lucky as the stench of fresh vomit soon mixed with the foul-smelling air and further contributed to the scent of death and decay. Lycidas pressed on, feeling the slick stickiness of mud beneath his feet as he moved through the thick haze of black smoke set off in a bid to give the traitors time to retreat as the enraged and able-bodied warriors continued their methodical advancement.
Lycidas found one of the archers furious by the gall of someone so cowardly to shoot arrows of fire onto the battlefield in a bid to flee, he charged after one running his blade through quite a few retreating Nestran soldiers as he did. The choked screams of the men who had fallen to his might were drowned out by the sound of profuse vomiting and the spray of blood once the enraged Prince buried his blade into the soft squishy flesh of many a weak soldier.
The burning of the tall grasses continued to darken the field via smoke and ash as screams began to fill the air from the burn victims being set ablaze who had not entirely been dead before the flames reached their downed bodies. The scent of charred flesh added a hint of something unmistakable to the rancid air as Lycidas continued to feed the flames with more bodies of the dead.
More arrows came in his direction whizzing past him at speeds unheard of. Lycidas didn't seem to mind them easily out mauvering them aside from one that caught him across the left side of his cheek leaving a smooth cut across it which bled slowly as he continued his approach. It only seemed to anger him further as he finally caught the archer bold enough to strike a prince from a coward's distance. He swiftly threw his blade in the direction of said coward and it pierced through the neck of the archer as he once more aimed with bloodied and shaky fingers.
Lycidas leaped past enemy lines slaughtering all who had dared rush him due to him being temporarily unarmed forgetting tales of his formidable hand-to-hand combat techniques and how easily he could snap a man's neck in the heat of battle. He grabbed one unlucky soldier and bit off his nose crushed his windpipe and put out his eyes while the sod dropped to his knees and screamed as best he could in terror before his neck was snapped before the remainder of his body hit the ground.
The wolfish grin that filed across Lycidas' face terrified those that remained and despite their best efforts to flee the scene, he'd managed to catch them killing them with his blade which he had retrieved from the dead archer's throat on the way to rushing their lines. It was a beautiful blade made of the finest silver but was coated in the deep crimson slickness of blood from all the collective bodies that fell in its wake.
The Second Prince of Medina's heart beat wildly in his chest as he'd been invigorated by the sight of all the blood and the screams that filled his ears both for glory and for mercy as he continued to prowl about the battlefield picking his new targets as the giddy effect of his kills only intensified.
His men followed cutting down the stragglers and advancing their collective position in awe of their prince as he slaughtered several more soldiers of Nestra before reaching the main camp on his own. He'd been waiting for this moment for quite some time but he knew it was only the more irrelevant soldiers as the generals had already fled.
The warriors of Medina slaughtered any who had remained in the camp even under orders of the generals as Lycidas had not been of the mindset to offer mercy and asylum when they had conspired with the kingslayer to invade the lands of their neighboring kingdoms and had made the fatal mistake of attempting to invade his own.
Lycidas was poised as he stood among many fallen corpses from the camp dripping with as much blood from his many foes as his blade had been. The bright crimson and the coppery scent of the wind pleased him as he stood victorious once again with his men at the ready. At the same time, they ransacked the camp burning the tents to the ground and looting any and everything that had not been taken during the chaos.
The wolfish prince stood atop a stone perch overlooking his men as the smoke from the fires they set filled the air.
"Burn it all!" he instructed his men despite some of them being disappointed about wasting the spoils. Some men had been bold enough to disobey the order and as such hid away the loot to keep from setting it ablaze. "We will take nothing from this tainted place."
Lycidas watched as they burned what he believed to have been all of the loot and gains from the enemy camp. He had sent the message and it was received loud and clear, he would not stop until he eliminated all threats to Medina and the traitors who sided with The Kinslayer.