Spells flew around the battlefield almost as much as arrows, the sound of clashing steel ringing out... A dragon swooped out of the sky, blowing several foul-smelling beasts out of the way with a single blue fireball. A pair of heavily armored soldiers atop similarly heavily armored horses slashed through the horde, and a giant rabbit ran past, tearing the beasts apart. A Thoron pierced the rabbit's side, and they fell, unmoving. A second, and a third, smaller but still far too large slaughtered the mage that had fell their parent. One soldier ran into the fray with nothing but a sword and a stave, slicing through the enemy as they rushed to the fallen rabbit's aid. Several soldiers of varying variety, one atop a pitch-black horse; another atop a black pegasus; and two standing on the ground; one with seemingly holy garb; and the other with the opposite, fire magic into the horde, causing many to be felled. A pair of soldiers swoop in on a griffon and a wyvern, cutting through the enemy with their axes, before a blast of wind blows the griffon out of the sky, a second soon removing the wyvern from the violet air.
The horde swarmed upon the fallen soldiers, and nothing was left by the time the beasts were cleared away. The battle continued in much the same way for several hours, the smaller group of soldiers slowly getting overwhelmed despite their superior strength and skill. Before long, all that was left was the dragon in the sky, who abandoned the battlefield, as there was no saving the others.
The drake flew several miles before landing in a field and changing to the form of a young girl, rather scantily clothed. As the sound of wolves grew from the nearby forest, the girl's vision went black.
