As the sun sets down on their land, different folk from each race wave their goodbyes and gradually went back to their own homes to rest their tired bodies, but in reality, this was not the case the moment their doors closed and silence covered the land family member bare arms and waited under the pitch cascading shadow in full body armour,
The anticipation of an impending attack was palpable, but the family had prepared for this moment for months and were determined to defend their home at all costs. They knew that their survival depended on their ability to work together and fight as a united front.
soon footsteps could be heard running all over the street, as the enemy began to spread thinly across a very particular home and strategic area each enemy warrior was tasked to attack the home and kill everybody in it assuming that their targets were weak, however, they were not weak on the contrary they were well-prepared for the attack. They quickly organized themselves and were ready to fight back fiercely, as the warlord Tharkeroth raise his hand and gave out the signal to kill
the sound of fear and overwhelming victory that Tharkeroth was expecting never happen, Instead, there was an eerie silence that filled the air, leaving Tharkeroth confused and uncertain about what was happening. He cautiously looked around, trying to make sense of the situation. the henchman personally saw and face a different kind of target in front of them, surprising the enemy with disbelief and shock, the cries of pain came from his men could be heard and not from the civilians,
Tharkeroth with his three commanders stood and watch as they saw their men run from a fully armed and protected farmer with a Mithril spear and wearing a level 70 salamander skin armour, Tharkeroth and his commanders were astonished by the farmer's skills and equipment, realizing that they had underestimated their opponent. They quickly devised a new strategy to overcome the farmer and his powerful gear.
until all of the inhabitants came out from their homes and was holding all of the attacker's dead body, each household was fully equipped and just tossed the dead body on the ground,
they were all wearing the same armour and were using high-grade Mithril weapons, The scene was now chaotic as Tharkeroth and his remaining henchmen tried to make sense of what had just happened. and even if the red moon was shinning his men never had the opportunity to transform because they underestimated their targets recklessly, It was clear that the community had come together to defend themselves against them, their 3 long days of wait bared no fruit because all 340 underlings only lasted twenty-seven minutes
when suddenly a woman appeared in front of the Warlord Tharkeroth and push him thru her cast transfer gate, as they both travel to another location that was away from the Arcane settlement.
Tharkeroth henchmen were now faced to fight 4 individuals from the settlement. one was Vandom Ragnar Hellmane, as he dashed toward a warrior with similar physical features who wields a huge battle Axe and push him toward what looked like an open-pit mine.
While Finbor face the second henchmen that were fully armoured, he pointed out where they should settle their fight
while Sharn and Irles Filri were left with a tall lean muscular man with a scar on his face,
The henchmen seemed confident at first, but as the battle progressed, it became evident that the defending side had the upper hand. Vandom's opponent swung his battle axe with great force, but Vandom's agility and speed allowed him to dodge and counterattack effectively. they each exchange many powerful swings toward each other as the clashing sounds of their weapon could be heard,
Despite the intensity of their fight, Vandom's focus remained unbroken as he continued to analyze his opponent's moves and weaknesses. As the sun began to set, both warriors showed signs of exhaustion, but neither was willing to give up the fight.
their fight continued for several minutes, with neither opponent gaining a clear advantage. Sweat poured down their faces as they continued to exchange blows, each determined to emerge victorious.
meanwhile, the rest just took it upon themselves to clean up the remaining stragglers from the main attack force, as multitudes of Arachne deadly spiders hunts down and some capture those who were swamped with panic, while Alpha 30 shadows tracked and eliminate those who ran away, the battle was intense and chaotic, with screams and clashes echoing through the air. Despite the odds, everybody fought with an unwavering determination to protect their people and eliminate the threat once and for all.
meanwhile, Finbor respectfully introduce himself to his enemy, but the armoured warrior stood silently, as his face darkened he seemed to swell up in energy and killing intent and Just launched himself forward at Finbor with his right arm scything around in a giant roundhouse strike.
Finbor's opponent was heavily armoured, but he used his knowledge of weak points in armour to land precise strikes. Sharn and Irles worked together to keep their opponent off balance with a combination of ranged attacks and close.
Finbor sidestepped his body and ducked under his arm and bounced up again and spun around Finbor delivered a swift kick to the back of his opponent's knee, causing him to stumble forward. With his balance compromised, he took advantage and landed a powerful punch to the enemy opponent's jaw.
He stopped short on stiff legs and whipped back toward Finbor. they had changed places. the enemy panicked and came at him again. Same move. His right arm swung. he sidestepped and ducked and they were back where it started. But he was breathing a little heavier than Finbor was.
He swarmed through the air and ran toward the Orc Chief. and came on like a pile driver. Finbor dodged the left and put an elbow into his face and he connected with his left hand and knocked Finbor sideways like he weighed nothing at all, the attacker stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the blow. Finbor took advantage of the opening and quickly delivered a swift kick to his midsection, sending him crashing to the ground.
Finbor went down on one knee and got back up just in time to arch around his next crazy lunge. His fist missed his gut by a quarter-inch and its wild momentum pulled him past Finbor and bend down a little, which put the side of his head right in line for a left hook. Finbor let go of everything he had from his toes on up to his fist crashed into his ear he staggered back and Finbor followed up with a colossal right to his jaw. Then he danced back and front swinging power punches all over the body in a few minutes he took a deep breath and tried to see what damage he had done to his Attacker as his armour was mangled by his bare hands,
At the same time, the berserkers came straight toward both of them, Sharn and Irles Filri dodged left and right, But he was ready for that manoeuvre and he landed a right hook in the centre of Sharn's chest. and kick at Irles Filri's back,
It felt exactly like being hit by a four-hundred-pound weight-lifter moving at six miles an hour. Sharn's sternum seemed to crack and Irles Filri thought her heart would have stopped from the shock.
Irles Filri came up off her feet and went to Sharn. as he attacked once more, they both rolled over twice and Sharn pushed with her hands and levered herself upright. while Irles Filri Jumped back and sideways and dodged a straight stab toward her heart that would have killed her.
Irles Filri was quick to react and used his agility to dodge the berserker's attack, but she was equally skilled and managed to push herself back up. The two fighters were both evenly matched against a single enemy and the battle was far from over.
Sharn's chest hurt badly. Irles Filri's mobility was below a hundred per cent but they both dodged whatever the berserkers threw for about a minute, the berserkers were fast and got an elbow in her face. It cracked her nose. Irles Filris stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the hit, but quickly regained their footing and retaliated with a swift kick to the Berserker's stomach, sending them stumbling backwards.
she should have punched it out the back of the berserker's head. But at least it started bleeding. the berserker opened his mouth to breathe. they both dodged and danced and waited when Sharn gave a huge roundhouse kick at its neck and at the same time Irles Filri stabs it on the left shoulder which paralyzed its long arm.
The Berserker let out a deafening roar as it stumbled back, its movements slowed by the combined attack. Sharn and Irles Filri exchanged a quick glance, knowing that they had to keep up the pressure before it could recover.
The Berserker's mouth was open because of the blood in his nose. Sharn and Irles Filri and wound just give their enemy a simultaneous huge uppercut under its chin. It slams its mouth shut and breaks the jaw and busts its teeth as it bites The Berserker's tongue off, The enemy falls to the ground, writhing in pain as Sharn and Irles stand over it triumphantly. The Berserkers had underestimated their strength and paid the ultimate price for their arrogance.
at the same moment, the two were standing in unfamiliar territory, as miasma was seen everywhere, The Warlord Tharkeroth saw a familiar face that was known to be dead,
"ah! I knew you were still alive, but facing me in that condition is filled with arrogance and stupidy."
"do you think you can win over me with that kind of power?"
"yeah! you haven't changed too! you still talk a lot!"
The Warlord Tharkeroth reaches across his body with his right hand, grips the handle of his sword just below the guard, draws it out, snaps it forward so it's pointing at their target, and then places his left hand on the grip just below the right. He takes a deep breath and prepares to strike, his eyes locked on his opponent's every move, ready to defend himself if necessary. The Warlord's movements are swift and precise, reflecting years of training and battle experience.
Allatou Estrith Demiurgos does the same, Both of them bend their knees, dropping into a low squat while keeping the torso bolt upright, then stand up again and shuffle their feet into the proper stance—feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead, right foot in front of the left foot.
The movement actually consists of a very rapid shuffling motion of the feet, so that he stays balanced at all times. At the last moment, he draws the sword up over her head and snaps it down toward his enemy,
she brings her own sword up, rotating it around sideways so that the handle is up high, above and to the left of his face, and the blade slopes down and to the right, providing a roof above her. She takes a deep breath, ready to strike at any moment, her eyes fixed on her opponent's every move. With a swift motion, she lunges forward, aiming for the weak spot in his defence.
Tharkeroth blow bounces off this roof like rain, and then Allatou sidesteps to let him go by and snaps the sword down toward his unprotected shoulder. But the businessman is moving too fast, and he manages to dodge the attack just in time, causing Allatou to stumble forward and lose her balance momentarily.
and her timing is off. The blade cuts behind and to the side of The Warlord Tharkeroth, He steps back, avoiding the attack with ease. "You'll have to do better than that," he says with a smirk.
Both of them wheel to face each other, back up, and get back into the stance. The way they face each other and get back into the fighting posture shows that they are experienced fighters. The phrase "emotional intensity" fails to capture the true essence of their battle, which would be disrespectful to warriors who have died in combat.
Tharkeroth makes another attack. This one is pretty straightforward: a quick shuffling approach and then a snapping cut in the direction of her ribcage. and parries it.
This technique requires precision and speed, as any hesitation or mistake could result in a failed attempt. It is commonly used in close combat situations where the element of surprise can be a crucial advantage. but she was running out of time, the power and speed they were producing were destroying the landscape, and the forsaken forest reacted to this devastation and activated its self-preservation, she needs to end this fight as she can
Tharkeroth strength and power were still at their prime, unlike her that was cut in half and was barely hanging with the help of her countless fights in the past she was hoping to bluff him into no longer pursuing this fight anymore,