Everyone soon found their will to fight again, and obeyed the orders of Dharen as if he had always been their commander. As he was right now, there was just something about him that everyone could feel.
It was like he was a true leader and general in that moment and not one person there wanted to let him down.
The Inquisition also began to move, as they could hear his words too, it was not like they were far from each other. But this did not matter to Dharen as his eyes never left them. He could feel the weight of his sword, the blood on himself and even the gentle breeze. He felt…happy?
But as everyone formed up as per his orders he took one deep breath.
"CHARGE!" His roar seemed to push the air back in that moment as the academy forces swept across the bride, their spearhead, nearing the Inquisition.
Dharen was right at the tip, leading everyone from the front. His sword shone as he held it tightly in his hand. He did not, though, look at anyone else, he only looked to his front. Trusting everyone to do as he said.
He could hear it all though, the pounding of boots into the stone bridge, the roars and screams of everyone around them, all forming some weird yet scary battle cry.
Then they all clashed, everything had gone silent for a long time. Unitil it simply wasn't.
Screams and roars of pain soon carried themselves over the battlefield.
Dharen was however not stopping, as he cut his way through the lines of the Inquisition. He could feel it too, the inquisitors were scared of what was happening. They did not understand it and how could they.
They had not been defied by anyone in so long, they had not experienced a true pitch battle in so long that they had gotten complacent.
From the sky, the battle was easier to make out. The white line of the Inquisition had been smashed into so much, the darker colour of the academy had almost cut the entire line into two pieces. The Inquisition's line was buckling, they were losing now.
Dharen however, as he cut down another inquisitor, finally began to look around, seeing that he had succeeded in getting all the way through the Inquisitions line.
The battle was still roaring on, and none of the inquisitors really looked that they were in white anymore as their uniforms had been turned into red and grey from all of the blood and dust that had been swept upwards in the wake of their battle.
It was an organised chaos as far as Dharen could tell. His mind was still working to ensure that the Inquisition would break here and run from the battle. It had gone on for a while now, and he was sure that the academy forces were slowly getting more and more tired.
The longer this went on, the worse they would fight simply due to having no stamina. This would cause the battle to once more sway in favour of the Inquisition. It was then, that he saw a lone Inquisitor standing a bit further back from the line, his armour aside from the white, had its edged covered in gold.
Looking at him, Dharen was sure that he would be their leader.
"Keep fighting and slaughter the filth from the Inquisition! Show them! Show them all you are capable of!" His shout ripped through the battlefield, and it was responded by a roar of approval as the academy forces soon began to press the Inquisition even harder.
Dharen himself, though, paid this all no attention. As he walked forwards slowly focused fully on the leader of the Inquisition forces here. This would be one of the oldest tactics in the book, take the head of the enemy general to break his army.
He sped up soon enough, finding himself racing at this lone inquisitor, the person in question had long since noticed him. In fact, Dharen had been this inquisitor's focus ever since he had entered into the battle itself.
His presence had drawn his eye immediately, alongside the sword that was in his hand. Then there was all he had done in the battle.
All that the inquisitor could think was that this Dragon-Kin was a threat who could affect the entire balance of power of the south if he was allowed to serve this battle and continue to grow even more.
This soon had to be purged from the inquisitor's mind.
Dharen was there already, his blade swinging down with such a fury that it parted the air with a roar.
There two swords soon clashed with a bang. White and black.
And then, their blades danced.
In some senses this was beautiful, as every single collision of their blades lead to sparks appearing in the air. But due to the speed that this was occurring, it was almost like they were making stars appear between the two of them.
Dharen could not help but feel shocked at how this Inquistir was keeping up with him. This had not once happened so far since he had gained this sword. It was as if his awakening was not enough to keep him ahead of everyone.
Their fight soon raged on even more, them moving all over the bridge as one tried to gain an advantage over the other.
Frin slashes, to parries, to cuts to thrusts. Nothing was enough for any one of them to gain an edge that they would win this fight and end the battle as well.
Dharen finally thought that he had soon his chance as he lunged forwards to end the fight.
This was a trap and maybe if he had more experience in fighting he would have been to see this. But, as he lunged forwards, the Inquisitor's blade reappeared at his side, leaving a long red cut along his left side.
Dharen, simply grunted and ended up barreling into the Inquisitor as they both hit the floor. Their struggle only intensified on the floor as fists were thrown, with each one trying to take the advantage.
Dharen then reached down and pulled out his dagger, and stabbed down.
The inquisitor did not see it coming as the blade plunged into his chest. This happened again and again.
The inquisitor was dead, but Dharen did not stop, his pain too much for him to think clearly.
This fight and battle was over. He had won. The academy had won.