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Final Assault
As scribed by Subzero
The Wave of Deamons who teeth and huge claws that wraped around thier weapons unleashed, swarmed out and engulfed the Barbarian horde. Grizzly bear bit deep into the Deamons only to be slaughtered by Deamon archers from safe distances. The Ice wyrms themselves bit into what ever they where close to lifting it high into the air only to then consume them completely. slowly the Barbarians attack drove them to the gates of the Citadel only to be drove back by the re-enforcements spewing forth from the Citadel gates.
Seeing the barbarians ranks slowly be eaten away, The Defenders General then Moved the Raiders into play. The Dragon Raiders took flight and quickly swooped down upon the field, spraying elemental blasts into the Deamon forces. The Deamons caught in the onslaught screamed in rage and howled as thier brothern fell to the dragons. The Raiders let loose thier own array of spell attacks, Lightning crackled in the air, past fireballs and blasts of ice. Storm clouds took form and began to let loose thier own attack. Rain fell from the clouds to add to the streams of blood the streamed through the valley.
The Deamon General then saw his chance, just as the first wave of Dragon mounted foes rose up, setting thier attack upon the citadel. "Full out Attack! Rain down Upon them with Vengence and wrath!" Loud roars erupted from the Citadel. Iron caste wood doors dropped from thier respective places to Allow the balista to move forward. Deamon Sorcerers poured out from the open Window wells and through the main gates. The first wave of Dragons felt the full force of the Citadel.
Iron bolts tore through wing and flesh, cracked bone and destroyed bodies down below. Limp Dragons fell down onto the chaos below only adding more to the fray. Ice Wyrms whose masters were slain roared with pleasure as they found Dragons falling from the skies, endulging into the dragons meat the wyrms danced about. The Defenders second and thrid wave of knights and footmen charged in, With Archers striking the field and gates of the Citadel. shaman quickly summoned fallen barbarians and dragon raiders, healing them as much as they could. The Sorcerers rose to the air and unleashed thier furry. Directing mostly on the Deamon Shaman and Sorcerers Their spells found thier mark with deadly accuracy. The Wizards on the other hand casted spells of protection and shields, upon casting an aruara of colors upon the fighters. The two armies now seamed to fight in waves of flesh and metal. Balistas continued thier rain of Iron bolts, and droped both Deamons and Defenders without prejudice.
Pangol ducked low as his sword stabbed deep into a barbarian, then spun around the now dead barb lifting one leg to connect into another Barbarian's jaw breaking thier neck. At that moment he looks around at the Battle surrounding him. Reaching down he picks up a Deamon sword and Bone axe, leaps into the air landing a foot into the Face of a Head Clansmen, jumping off slamming an axe into the throat of a Knight, leaveing the axe behind. He lunges forward knocking a field officer down stabbing his sword into thier chest. Pangol knew the art of war well. Known for his unmatched skills of the Deamon Horde. He was truely elite.
The General gazed down On the melee. "This battle is won and Or second wave hasnt even begun", he thought to himself. "Launch the Second and Third assult once their main force Enters the field. "But sir, If I may, What of our own forces and my fellow Officers? Wont they too be trapped in this field of death as well?" "Yes, That is the plan. How else must we have seasoned fighters If they dont Fight. Now If you Worry such for your Brothern, Then Maybe you should Join them." "That is after you signal the next two waves" The General turn his attention back to the Field and smiled. "Two tasks with one effort. This was easy."
Two bright streaks erupted from the Citadel, one of Purple and one of Orange. The Deamons howled with excitement as they knew the future of these lights. Startled by the sudden stop of action and howls, and hoots from the Deamons the defenders Forces stopped as well watching the lights burn out, wondering thier meaning. Slowly The Deamons began to withdraw back to the citadel almost creating a large Wall of Blades, fangs and claws. With this the Defenders cheered and banged weapons together, Beliving the Deamons where retreating.
Slowly the sounds of cheers and howls where drown by loud screams, roars and arrow hits. The Dark Elves have arrived. Hydras and Ettins crashed into the field tearing into the Ranks of the Defenders viciously. The Ice Wyrms turned and lot out thier own roars as they slide off into the Hydras. The fields Exploded with deadly carnage. The Defender Commanders never expected this. stunned they sounded the retreat, but none could hear the command. Seeing this they knew only to help thier force. Chargeing full steam they broke into the ranks and began showing thier skills.
Ruthalis marched his Army north from the Tower, with only 80 men. This Force was the Deamons Finest. Breed of the same born as Pangol. These Deamons were hardly used, which in turn led them to thier blood frenzies. The broke free of rank and tore into the gates of WinterTown. The Families still in Wintertown where slaughtered with easy as the deamons ran sacked the houses and swept across the town in moments. Growing in rage till the struck into the Remaining forces of Shaman wounded and stunned Fighters.
Ruthalis stayed back as he watched his elite creatures do thier job. Reveled as they tore into the healers leaving the wounded to suffer in pain before death and others swift relief. As his Deamons reached the Top of the Hill looking over the field. He stopped thier drive and rode to the front. "My Soldiers of War, Before you lay the glory of our Race. Nothing Shall stop us in this Attack. In that Valley thier is no Freind or Foe, Only living corpses. Your Duty to our Race is to rid us of these corpses and achieve Victory for the General!" The Deamons roared in pleasure knowing they where to go now Unleashed amung the chaos before them. "My Brothers! I have but one more Request! Our Brother Pangol has turned upon the General, I ask you to bring his head to me. So That we may Offer it to the General Ourselves!"
With that The defenders fate was sealed. The Deamons drove forward ripping Into all in thier way. The Hydra and Wyrms battled across the field slaming into the men below, As Elven archers sprayed upon the field thier deadly stings. Ettins ripped through footsoldiers and guards alike. Thrashing into the Knights and mauled by Bears, Few of the Barbarians were left as of now and began slaughtering Ettins as thier only foes now. The wall of Deamons guarding the Citadel dove forward pushing the Field in tighter making the fires of the battle flare higher. The Few Reaming Dragon Raiders broke from the assult on the Citadel to attack the Elven army. Elemental blasts tore into the Elfs. Their resistence had worn down from the magical protection they had in their Temple.
Bodies pilled in the field. Young foot soldiers, new to this type of combat, hid in the bodies. Only to be smashed by an Ettin or Hydra. The Elite Deamons broke into the battle from the south spreading out into the field leaveing corpses behind them. Pangol saw his brothern and howled out a salute. They charged towards him with fire burning deep within him. Leaping onto mounted Warriors only to rip off heads and limbs, then leap off once more towards Pangol. The Fastest way they could. Pangol Seeing this knew he was in some serious trouble. Breaking off he ran off into the battle fighting Defenders and war beasts. Knowing if one trip or mistep would end his life.
The General roared as he saw his "beloved" commander flee from his brothers. He knew That Ruthalis would make a supream General now. He left the window, to make his way to the Chambers. His armour sat waiting, for its turn in this battle. He quickly doned it and strapped his sword on. Making his way down the hall. He Opened the Gates and walked onto the battle field. Surounding Deamons cheered. Driving them forward killing all in thier path. By now the Defenders forces was wiped out. Few remaining soldiers were torn a part as they ran from the field. Elven arches of both side laid strewn about the outer ring, as Sorcerers and magicians layed about just after them. The Large Beasts finaly were struck down, Through fatigue and lethal cuts. Dragon Raiders where torn apart as was many upon many of Deamons. Pangol had disapeared as well had the entire Elite Deamon Soldiers. The General Looked around as his army mopped up the remaing people. Scavengers And Deamon Children ran out picking up weapons and shields.
Ruthalis walked up from the field and greeted the General. "We won sir, and though most of our forcess was destroyed it was nothing comparied to thiers". He let out a chuckle as he looked across the field. "This has shown The Lands what a force we are, and that we are not to be taken in stride or as dumb beasts." "We will own these lands, As I live we will own these Lands of Terris."
