"A mobilisation order came from the head, I am instructed to take some elves to form my team. Ieri, good luck man." Meisa pats his shoulder as they squat in some rocks a few kilometres from the main battlefield. More than a dozen Ducian warriors have arrived and since Ducians are more adept in sword styles, the elves are usually equipped with swords and prefer to fight in close quarters.
Ieri nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of their situation. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow on the dusty ground. The air is still, save for the occasional distant clang of metal and murmur of troop movements.
As Ieri looks upon the Ducian elves filing into the camp, he jokingly nudges Meisa.
"With the amount of earth users here, I might as well call this the Earth Army." Earning him an eye roll.
"Go home Ieri, wait for a battle where you will participate. I'll be back."
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"We are the strongest army in the field. Team Botan, with me!" Tanaka Botan swiftly flies through a few hundred metres with his team, performing a vanguard action as planned to pick off the weakest like in the opposing army. Like a hawk, he travels at a straight line towards Team Dan, inhaling a bit of air before he blows, the wind starting out as a zephyr before turning into a rotating gale ten metres in diameter.
"Fuck, we can't counter! Disperse!" Dan, having to lead a team of rookies yells out his orders, the team dispersing in different directions. Botan's team, without stopping to think, chase after one.
Ivan spews out a carpet of flames, and the enemy does the same, and for a moment, the fire halts to a standstill. After a while however, Ivan's fire widens to a fifteen metre wide carpet of flames, completely incinerating his enemy, without mercy.
In another direction, Pierre catches up to what looks like a little girl, but with one look he understands, this elf is sixty eight years old, considered young for elves, but old enough to kill in battle.
He mimics a throwing motion, and ten wind javelins materialise as they are thrown towards the girl. She turns her body into mist in order to avoid physical damage, but before she can reform, Pierre blows the mist away with a puff of air, scattering her.
After a few seconds, her mutilated body forms in different places, her head, torso and limbs are scattered across the wood, a spurt of purple blood blooming from the stubbles. Pierre immediately leaves the area, and no words were exchanged, not a plea for mercy, nor an explanation.
Botan lands gracefully next to Dan, who was resting, waiting for the imminent battle. He'd rather save his energy here and fight than continue to fruitlessly run.
"Botan, why are you here?"
"I'm just following the scent of fear, it's like a beacon." Botan smirks, his eyes sharp as he watches Dan who's standing there, unmoved.
Dan grunts, "You're going to regret this, you know."
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of your fear. Did you think you could escape, Senior Dan?" Botan's voice is cold, the wind around them picking up speed.
"You've grown into a beautiful… into a powerful man. Botan, I will teach you to respect your elders." Fire explodes with Dan as the centre, a flower of fire enveloping the ground he is in, powerful whips of flame circle his arm, rotating at a speed rendering it invisible, generating a gust of wind, hurtling towards Botan.
Without words, Botan inhales, blowing air towards the fire, the air making a terrible shriek as it blows wildly towards its target. The flame and wind collide, causing a massive explosion, a blinding light covering their positions from each other.
It took a few minutes for the dust to settle, but Botan didn't wait that long and ordered his team to retreat. A few minutes is enough for someone like Macron Dan to escape from his nose.
They fly back to their base, the wind carrying them swiftly over the battlefield. The scent of burning wood and the distant remains of the fallen are a stark reminder of the war's brutal reality. The elves of Team Botan are exhilarated, the adrenaline from their successful skirmish keeping their spirits high.
"When will we fight more girls? I just love ending their lives." Pierre muses.
Botan stares at him with his typical dead eyes. 'Sard the enemies but…'
"Who put this pervert in my group?"
…
"The human we sent to scout the Asteriskan army did not return when he reached this location. It's easy to deduce that since this place is where I saw the Botan team when I was squatting in this area for a few weeks, it's safe to say, Tanaka Botan the femboy I fought a few years back is no simple character." Meisa explains to the commander of the division, Liverpool Kenway.
Kenway also placed his sister with him in the same team…
Anyway, there's no problem sacrificing humans for a bit of information, their lives are as valuable as pieces of paper anyway. They breed like rabbits too.
Kenway looks confident, though according to the reports, the Asteriskan army is the most powerful force in the Wooden Platform as of date, and their camp is clearly lit in this desolate shithole.
On paper, the Ducians and the Asteriskans are in the same side, making the Alrodenans surrounded by two armies, and honestly Parr Alana and Queen Rose could have just left the Asteriskans to fight it out, but the Ducians brought their men anyway, and why is that?
King Soren of Asterisk, is the Overlord of Ducia, and Rose is essentially his puppet, who wouldn't think twice before blowing his highness. Alana with her own pride as the one Upton boned, cannot accept this. Being related to Rose, Meisa is naturally privy to this information, though she's not sure about things beyond that. She does know however, that she's paid to do all this and to not complain.
When she sees blood, she sees money. Purple money.