Gawain looked at his opponent and decided to stop playing around. This was a warzone, games would only delay the outcome.
Somewhere out there on the vast battlefield stood Fitzgerald, his body was heavily battered and bruised.
He was facing two opponents, his goal was to immobilise the forces protecting the princess, after all this was war, a dead princess was basically a win.
Huff. Huff
Fitzgerald's breathing grew more rough and aggressive, he knew that without backup, he did not stand a chance against his opponent.
His foe wielded a mace and was way taller than Fitzgerald, he had the height and reach advantage combined with the reach of the mace. Fitzgerald dropped his sword into the charred soil and leaned.
"How do you want to die?"
The foe looked at Fitzgerald and decided his fate.
"How do you want to die?"
Fitzgerald replied to his foe as he struggled to stand, much less breath. He grabbed his sword and awkwardly ran at the mace wielding menace in front of him.
The foe grabbed his mace and began attacking, before he could attack a heavy gust of wind had propelled him backwards and onto his back.
Fitzgerald saw the chance and jumped on the foe and stabbed at his eye visor, he then removed the helmet and asked once again,
"How would you like to die?"
***
Wykes hacked at the moles on the floor, there were at least 30 carcasses around him. He continued his killing spree and was stopped in his tracks by a figure wearing a hood.
"Stop here if you love your life."
"Keep coming if you hate your life."
Wykes looked at the figure and broke into a laughing fit,
"This is a battlefield, death is inevitable especially for you."
Wykes threw his dagger and used the small chance that the hooded figure was preoccupied with the oncoming danger to, sneak behind him as he channelled essence into his feet.
He gripped his sword with all his might and delivered a heavy a blow to the foe. His ribs could be heard cracking and Wykes did not stop there his strike seemed to have got stronger midway, his opponent was on the floor.
Cut in half, both halves pooling in their own blood, steam was escaping from the blood and Wykes walked away searching for his next target.
***
"Arghh!" "Arghh!" "Arghh!"
Jahn heard inhumane grunts of pain around him. They sounded like beasts but they had voices? Jahn was confused and shook his head to break free from the distractions.
As he closed his eyes, the ground shook and there before him was a mole. It looked him in the eyes and raised it's claws,
"NO! NO! NO!" "Save me!"
Jahn heard frantic shouting, but there was nothing next to him, only a deranged mole.
***
Hans was hiding in the trees as he threw daggers at the soldiers, each was laced with a heavy poison.
Hans leapt from tree to tree and threw the daggers whenever he could. He soon stopped in his tracks after seeing a hooded mage in the trees.
They were produced spell after spell, killing the soldiers of the De-Klein forces. Hans wondered how to approach the mage without them noticing, he looked at the surroundings of the mage.
There was clashes and clashes, each sword swung with the intent to kill, there was no clear victor, each side was dealing heavy damage to the other.
Hans thought that killing this mage would change the tide of the battle. The trees that surrounded the mage were heavily charred, they would not be able to sustain his weight. Hans suddenly had an idea.
He infused four daggers with essence and sent them flying at the mage, each of them had their own speed, the mage was now concerned with the daggers.
Hans took to the ground and attempted to climb the tree that the mage was on, he imbued his feet with essence and began climbing with his two hands trailing behind him.
He slowly approached the mage and stabbed at her with his poison dagger. There was a small blue circle protecting her.
"You think I haven't been attacked like this in other battles before?! KEKEKE!"
She laughed and raised her hands. Red rings formed and she aimed at Hans. Vibrant flames came flying at Hans and he ran up the tree. The tree was catching fire.
"Tsk"
The mage kissed her teeth and leapt down but before she could land, daggers came flying at her, and again she was protected by the blue circle.
Hans took the opportunity as the blue circle dissipated and flew down towards her.
He brandished his sword and coated his arms and sword with essence, the aimed for the neck and again, there was a blue circle protecting her, it seemed to be a barrier spell.
Hans pushed harder and turned his back to the left as he dug deeper into the barrier, soon cracks began to form in the barrier. His sword swiftly cut the neck of the female mage as the barrier broke into pieces.
***
Gawain panted as he struggled to defeat the foe standing before him. After minutes of charging at him, nonstop, Gawain decided he would need a different approach. He thought for a minute as his cocky opponent stood there,
"Keeping thinking you'll never win!"
The opponent barked at Gawain as he charged. Gawain assumed a defensive position and blocked the flurry of attacks. Behind the foe, Wykes tried to sneak up on him but he was attacked by a mage.
"You idiot, behind you!"
A mage shouted from the trees. Wykes gritted his teeth and mumbled to himself,
"Damn Mages, ptui!"
He spat on the ground and glared at the mage. The mage felt the killing intent from the soldier below him.
The mage replied with a grin and kept his focus on the battlefield. Wykes now had a new target in mind, he grabbed a longsword from the dead soldier on the ground and hurled it with all his might at the mage above him.
The mage looked at it and shifted his focus back to the battlefield. Wykes looked and wondered if the mage was mad but he was soon mistaken, he saw a blue ring form around the mage as soon as the sword was supposed to hit him. Wykes grinned and thought of a plan.
***
On the battlefield stood a silver haired woman, she was currently fighting against four soldiers that charged at her after her fire spell.
She had killed all but one, a pesky little rat thought they could best her, of all people. The woman kept her thoughts calm and dodged attack after attack, some would hit her but she had a barrier up for defence.
Leon attacked and attacked but to no avail. The difference in skill between the two was too high. But Leon could not give up, that witch had killed members of his troupe in front of his eyes.
"Damn HARLOT!"
Leon yelled and infused his sword with essence and charged at her. She conjured up more rings and they formed a dense protective layer around her.
Leon only managed to destroy one of those layers, he stepped back and began evaluating the chances he had to take down a mage.
The witch didn't give him any chance to think or even rest. She kept conjuring flame spells, spell after spell. Leon was getting tired of dodging, he was going to run out of stamina at this rate. He needed a plan.
***
Jahn assessed the situation at hand, somehow he could 'hear' the moles 'speaking'. Jahn was very confused, ever since he had came to this damn base and conquest, things seemed to be very weird and his luck was running out.
He had managed to block the mole's attack and side rolled, the mole was 'screaming', at least to Jahn, all he could hear was the frantic and helpless screams of the mole.
He had to act fast or his life would end here, there was so much he could do against the mole, he didn't even know if it had allies.
He jumped as he circled his essence to his feet and legs, he bent down and pushed with all his might upwards.
He then directed his landing to be atop the mole, the second he landed and touched the mole it calmed down. No crazy movements and no attacks. It spoke in Jahn's mind and said,
"Thank you Sir, I didn't know you had such power and were from that lineage, Sir Saviour I would like to request that we get revenge on those folk, after all I am the chief of my kind and I will not forgive that vixen for making us act against our own will!!!!"
Jahn looked at the mole and nodded his head, he had also wanted to escape the prison and wanted to see what was happening outside.
He held tightly onto the fur of the mole and nudged it to indicate he was ready. The mole started digging and burrowed underground, it was tight and dark but Jahn was ready to finally escape, it felt like years.
The mole changed directions and was now digging upwards, after a small while there was light and the world seemed so bright to Jahn.
He looked around and all he saw was body after body. There was so much blood and bodies around him, that he almost puked at the sight of it. It seemed to be midday as the sun was at it's highest point in the sky and the smell just got worse.
Jahn looked around closely and saw moles too, he felt the mole he was on shaking, upon even closer observation, Jahn saw the crest of both the Bonerparte Kingdom and the De-Klein Kingdom.
Jahn felt his stomach tighten, he didn't know if the battle was over, but he just hoped that they had won.
The mole raced faster and faster into the trees, it wasn't long until they reached the main battlefield, it called to it's kind using telepathy and they all came swarming from under, there was about 30 of them left.
The mole was ready to wage it's own war against the silver haired woman after all she gave them new powers.
They soon reached the main battlefield and the first person they had stumbled upon was that damn vixen.
The moles looked at her intensely, Jahn also noticed something was up and saw that they were all focused on the woman. He also saw she was fighting someone, someone with one arm.
Jahn looked closely to see if he knew the person, obviously she wouldn't be fighting against her own people and troops.
Jahn strained his eyes and what he realised made his heart start to beat out of his chest. It was Leon. Jahn thought about the strength she had to put Leon in such a state, to even take his arm, a General would struggle with such a task.
Jahn knew now that he was about to fight with his life on the line, before he had made a mistake but now everything was clear to him.
All that training was not for nothing.
He was ready!