The Fruit Bowl
It was chaos.
Both Melon and Lemonkind lay dead or dying from various wounds from all kinds of different swords. General Minti of the 5th battalion of the Melon army was only still alive through a mix of experience, equipment and Skill. However, the Melon battalion had all the Lemon on the run except for their commander, Baron Khazir, and he was definitely still a threat. Not only did he have decades of experience- and none of them were getting any older- he wielded a rapier conjured through pure Skill. The rapier seemed to cause intense pain over time if it got through the skin, and it certainly seemed sharp enough to pierce armour without any resistance. It would be a tough battle, but not impossible. "Baron!" Minti called, and raised his falchion in a fighting stance, keeping his left hand free to use Skill. Khazir looked towards him and, using some kind of swift Skill, crossed 20 yards in milliseconds and went for Minti's unprotected eye.
But Minti was faster.
Batting the rapier away, he created a ball of electricity on the palm of his left hand, which went inside his hand and moved to his fingertips. He sent his crackling fingers straight through the baron's bodyplate and into his organs. He was dead instantly, his sword evaporating. Shaking the blood off his hand, he turned and raised his fist to his men, who cheered back. Victory was theirs, but now they had two choices.
March on the Lemon citadel or regroup with Captain Tein and his men and march on the Fruit Bowl.