The First battle
Lancer ran out to the outer wall to see the enemy forces. The army was huge, much larger than anticipated. "Are the cannons primed and ready?" Lancer asked to no one in particular.
"Yessir, though the stock on the cannon balls are low."
"He's trying to say, he doubts we have enough to get us through." Zaria stated
"I got that; as long as we have enough then it'll be enough. Now, I want you all to fire when I say, all right?" Lancer said
"Sir, it may be better if you were down with the ground troops leading the charge." A soldier said
"Yes, you may be right; I leave you in charge of this station." Lancer said
"Yessir!" The soldier acknowledged
Lancer and Zaria rushed down, the army was a mess, the soldiers and monsters were struggling to throw their armor on. "This is a mess; we were not ready for this." Lancer stated, irritated
"Yes, well we'll just have to hope your tactical genius can get us through." Zaria said hopefully
"What tactical genius? I've never taken charge of an army. I was sent here to warn you and help thin the numbers, not set up battle tactics." Lancer said shaking his head.
"Well, that would've been helpful to know." Zaria asked disappointed
"Well sorry to disappoint, but right now we don't have time to dwell on my shortcomings." Lancer said while drawing his sword.
Lancer exited the gates he looked around to look for any weaknesses in the wall that needed extra protection, but it was a hopeless case. There were so many holes in the wall it would have been a waste of time try. "We're screwed" Lancer muttered
"Don't say stuff like that" Lancer turned, it was Luka
"The hell did you come from?" Lancer asked
"I was teleported here, anyways. We've done harder, this should be nothing" Luka said trying to be cheerful.
"Wish I had that optimism, could put it to good use." Lancer stated
"I'm back" Zaria said, "we may have more trouble than originally thought. They have an estimated 400."
"How many do we have?" Lancer asked
"150" Zaria stated causing Luka to cringe
"Damn, there's no way in hell…" Lancer said the folly of defending this place
"I have to agree with you on that one" Luka said
"They're getting closer" Lancer said noticing the lack of gap between them and the enemy army.
"Where is everyone?" Luka asked.
Just then a small foot soldier came out from behind the wall. "The army is ready to deploy ma'am"
"Good, send them out" Zaria said
The army came traipsing out, this time looking much more coordinated than slightly earlier. They shuffled into position, shields first, with the spearmen behind. At the back were the dragons, fully armored and very unnerving.
"Charge!" Zaria yelled out
Lancer waited for the shields and spears to go first then followed the dragons. The enemy charged, Lancer watched in horror as they reached the first line of defense. The orcs absolutely obliterated the first line. The humans followed shortly, contending with the spearmen. They orcs completely ignored the spearmen, and went straight for Zaria and the dragons. Lancer ran over in front of the dragons.
"What are you doing!?" Zaria asked yelling over the battle.
"Saving your skin" Lancer replied
Lancer turned to face the orcs, one stepped forward and laughed loudly. It charged forward and brought down a huge cleaver. Lancer rolled to the side and slashed, the orc turned around and blocked it. It lunged forward and tried to punch Lancer, but he retaliated by ducking and stabbing the orc with his dagger. The orc tried to slash at Lancer, but he just dodged and countered with another slash. The orc finally regained its composure and pulled out a shield. It stepped forward swung it's cleaver, and then tried to bash him with its shield. Lancer sidestepped turned, and thrust his sword straight into the orcs chest, essentially killing it. The others looked at each other and charged.
"Okay, now I could definitely use your help!" Lancer said while jumping over a swing, and blocking the other with his arm guard.
"Hah, thought you would never ask!" Zaria yelled back
The dragons charged, giving Lancer a brief breather. He killed one orc, only to be confronted by another. "Damn, there are too many" Lancer thought to himself.
He finished off that orc, and looked around, the numbers were beginning to thin, though only briefly. "The archers must've come out" Lancer muttered
He looked over to his left, a dragon was taking on two orcs at once, and losing. He rushed over, and jumped into the air above the dragon, and parried an attack from one of the orcs. He then landed and cross-slashed stunning the orc, giving the dragon the chance to finish it off. He turned sidestepped, quickly, and grabbed the hand of an orc foolish enough to try punching him. He used he in turn body slammed the orc, knocking it down, and stabbed it in the chest.
"Thank yo-" The dragon tried to say, but was cutoff as an arrow plowed its way through her armor, and into her stomach. Lancer turned and blocked an arrow that was shot at him, he threw his dagger, and it buried itself into the enemy humans skull instantly killing him. He turned to carry the dragon to safety, but she was already dead. Lancer looked serenely, at her corpse, but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a cry of help behind him. He turned and saw an orc holding a dragon in the air by her throat. Lancer rushed forward, but was too far away, he looked down, and saw the body of the enemy archer, he grabbed the bow notched it, drew back, and fire. The arrow flew straight and true, and perfectly hit his target. The dragon dropped to the ground gasping for breath. Lancer rushed over to help, but was hit square in the chest by a large war hammer. He fell to the ground and looked up, it was the Warlord.
"I thought I'd find you here" he said, "you're too stubborn to die!" He yelled while bringing down his hammer. Lancer rolled to the left and performed a leg sweep, ignoring the pain of what he could only imagine was a broken rib. The Warlord stumbled, but regained his footing just in time to block one of Lancers attacks. Lancer ducked ran forward, and this time instead of making the same mistake he made previously, he picked up the Warlord and flip onto his back. The Warlord lost grip of his hammer, giving Lancer a time to act. "His armors to thick, what to do…" It hit him, "the hammer!" Lancer thought to himself. He picked it up and swung it down, hitting the warlord right in the head. He stood up, grabbed Lancer and kneed him in the stomach, he then pushed him back, retrieved his weapon and charged.
"Good job, you managed to hit me, that's quite a bit more than most can say" he said while throwing his dent helmet to the side. His face was so broken and scarred you wouldn't even be able to tell if he was human. "Though I'd expect no less from a god slayer." He said
"Hah, if I hadn't lost my power, you wouldn't stand a chance!" Lancer said readying himself.
"Is that so? Then I suppose I'm lucky that was in the past!" he said
Lancer watched as he pulled out a huge sword, rivaling even that of the Ares, Granberias sword.
He charged forward at blazing speeds, he swung down and then to the left. Lancer barely had enough time to dodge. He heard yelling, but wouldn't look, a moment of distraction could be his downfall. Luka ran up beside him and pulled out a regular blade, as his signature would do nothing against a human.
"Receiving backup? How low of you" The Warlord said smirking.
"Well, unlike you I learn from my mistakes!" Lancer yelled while jumping slashing down at an angle to catch the Warlord if he tried to side-step. Luka charge din behind the Warlord, who turned and swung at the same time, causing Luka to jump back in surprise. Lancers strike hit the Warlord straight across the shoulder, somehow cutting through, into his flesh. The Warlord to a step back to re-evaluate his move. Lancer stepped forward and feinted, causing the Warlord to react in false alarm, giving Luka the chance to strike while he was distracted. The slash caught him straight across the face, adding to his plentiful amount of scars. Though the move came at a bad cost. The Warlord slashed back hitting Luka across the chest sending him stumbling. He fell over, onto the ground bleeding out.
"Now that he's out of the picture, you're next, then all you know and love" He said laughing smugly.
"Ahhh!" Lancer said charging, swinging at amazing speeds, barely giving the Warlord enough time to block. The Warlord countered, kicked Lancer, then swung his sword, cutting into Lancers left leg, sending him onto one knee. Lancer looked down, it had cut into the bone. Now he was pissed. He stood up ignoring his body, screaming at him to give up. He went into battle stance and charged, the Warlord swung, but this time Lancer dodged to the right and kicked the Warlord in his back, unfortunately putting him by his hammer again. The Warlord picked it up in his other hand. He swung with his sword catching Lancers right shoulder, and then swung his hammer, hitting directly on Lancers chest. Lancer fell to one knee, and coughed blood. His right shoulder wouldn't move, and he was bleeding out both internally, and externally.
"Is that all you've got! Hahahahaha!" The Warlord said laughing loudly.
Lancer stood up in anger screamed, the temperature around them had suddenly dropped, and it seemed darker. Lancer reallocated his right arm, body slammed the Warlord, but then felt a rush of energy. He put out one arm, and a huge beam of searing dark energy emitted from his palm, successfully blasting the Warlord, melting his armor, and giving him severe burns. The Warlord was launched back by the beam, and landed on his back. He looked at Lancer horrified, but Lancer stopped, and grabbed his chest. The energy had left, and he could feel himself falling, his vision blurry, and sound seemed distorted. All he could hear was screaming. He looked around and saw Dragons dropping like sacks of rock. He looked up at the sky, and saw what seemed to be angels flying, sending lightning down, along with a hail of arrows.
He saw Zaria running over, with Luka limping beside her. "Damn, you too!?" she cried out. "I've used all of the ointment on Luka, you'll have to make it back to a nearby out post!" Zaria yelled over the screams in the background. She pulled Lancer up an looked around at the line of singed earth, ending at where the Warlord laid, coughing and sputtering.
"How did you-" Zaria muttered
"She using you, the dark one!" The Warlord called out, while being carried away by two of his medics.
Zaria gave Lancer a questioning look, but he was too exhausted, and numbed by pain to answer. "Retreat!" Zaria called out, "retreat!"
The army, or what was left of it after that massacre, scurried back to the castle walls. Zaria and Luka helped carry Lancer back into the main section of the castle. "Everyone, we'll be heading to outpost Zeta. We have, unfortunately lost this battle, but we must not give up! We almost killed the Warlord, thanks to Lancers perseverance!"
"Really?" It looks to me that he lost, is that not the case?" one soldier asked, shaking his head.
"It was more of a tie, from what I saw." Luka said
"Whatever, anyways, we must leave now, before they reach the inner castle walls!" Zaria said. Perfectly timed, as if by magic, a loud banging sounds could be heard from the weakly barricaded gate behind them. "NOW!" was the last thing Lancer heard, before the world faded into darkness.
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