Chapter Thirty

"Some souls are connected by an ancient calling beyond worlds"

Hundreds of feet sound to the beat as line after line of Arendellian soldiers march past her. For Silvanna it feels a bit ironic. She would be lying if she says that she is not nervous. In her past life she is a soldier also; a captain in fact in charge of her own squad. She understands more than anyone else what it feels and means to be responsible of lives under her. She had lost men before and the guilt never truly goes away. Now she is in charge of more than a squad as she looks at the line upon line of blue clad Arendellians marching with their platoons on the wide open green plain. Twenty-nine thousand men all trusting in her and her plan to see them through this; it is a burden that seems too much to bear. Like a winding snake their lines extend to the other edge of the forest. Silvanna herself is at the centre flank standing aside her grey horse. For this battle she has opted to wear additional arm greaves made of metal and a white plumed helmet atop her head alongside her usual attire. Currently though she has said helmet off in order for the men to see her and boost morale.

"Well they're a lot aren't they?" the carefree voice of Queen Siora says beside her making Silvanna turn and look at the native queen dressed in almost the same attire as she did when they had their bout of strength. The only difference this time is that strapped at her side is a stone axe and a pale sword that looks more like a saw at her waist. She eyes the latter oddly. Somehow she's got a feeling that said sword starts its life as a teeth of some kind of giant creature if the ragged edges is to be taken into account.

Siora had arrived only last night with two thousand warriors from different tribes. Part of Silvanna is glad that the native queen arrived so late. The way Siora smiles predatorily at her makes Silvanna fear for her chastity. Thankfully she has not taken up her words of bedding the Knightess….yet. Silvann has a feeling that if they win this fight, that would be a river she has to cross.

"Hmm," Silvanna simply hummed in response as she looks at the opposing field in front of them.

Part of her can't help but be unnerved at the sight. Their enemy seems to stretch from one end of the plain to another like locusts. Compared to the rather neat formations and lines of the Arendellians, the Nogrodions instead is a giant chaotic mass without order whatsoever. Silvanna would bet that if she has a drone right now in the air, all she would see is a thin line of men facing against a sea of black. Still….

"I'm surprised Queen Siora that you have not protested to my plan," Silvanna speaks out still staring at the chaotic mass.

To her surprise the native queen just laughed at her words. "I am chosen to be queen of my people not because I am the cleverest little doll. I am chosen because I am the strongest. I would be the first to admit that I am not the brightest out there and personally…," she smirks at her. "I prefer letting others deal with all the planning while I focus on caving heads open,"

Silvanna only blinks at her words before nodding. She understands in a way of course. Ancient literature after all in her previous life did mention that the first and earliest tribes and groups of people at Earth prefer the strongest to rule over them, not the wisest.

As it is though; she raised a hand toward the native queen giving her a wry smile. "For whatever might happen today Queen Siora. I am honoured to fight by your side," Silvanna says.

"So is mine," the Queen replies with her own grin grabbing her hands and surprising Silvanna as she is pulled to a hug; only to squawk when the Queen's free hand goes to grab her rather succulent rear without warning.

"Don't die. I still plan to bed you when all of this is over," she whispers in Silvanna's ear making sure to bite her earlobe before letting go and marching back to her people leaving a red-faced Knightess behind. Judging by the eyes of the soldiers avoiding her gaze quite obviously; it is plain obvious that they have all seen what transpired.

Shaking her head at the brazen actions of the other woman, Silvanna mounts her grey coloured mount. Normally she would have chosen her usual white horse, Lancelot but in a battle such as this. Standing out colours are just like signalling your enemy to take pot shots at you. Besides, she likes the white horse and would not have it dead before its time.

Turning her attention to the gathered Arendellians, Silvanna takes a deep breathe closing her eyes before looking at each and every one of them. Dressed in dark violet with a hint of blues alongside black boots and chest plating, their uniforms look a lot like the ones in Disney only more….real. It is plain obvious in her eyes of course that most of them are afraid. Who would not be when facing odds such as this? While some of the recruits of the army have experience on the field, most are young men simply looking for adventure and renown. Now the truth about their decision on joining the army is facing them head on and they are afraid. More than anyone Silvanna truly understands them; for in her past life, she is one of them.

"Soldiers of Arendelle!" her voice rings true and lout. Silvanna makes sure of course that a bit of her magic lace her throat else she would never be heard. Normally she would never be this brazen in the use of her magic. Fortunately with everyone so occupied currently at their foe and jittery as hell, she can get away with its use publicly. The men are looking for reassurance and Silvanna is more than happy to oblige.

"I know and understand that most of you are afraid and you have a right to be. In front of us face an army of a hundred thousand strong. They are stronger than us, faster than us and fiercer than us," she pauses as every face in the vicinity are looking at her in disbelief and no small amount of fear.

"But we are not afraid and we will not back down against this mighty foe. Do you know why? They are driven by whips and scourges of a madman. They come searching for gold, for land, for slaves, for power. They are raiders, bandits, marauders, that will come to burn and pillage everything we love. They hold no loyalty, no conviction to a cause and they certainly have no honour. Unlike you brave men of Arendelle! Here you stand in this barren plain of Lescanna, twenty thousand plus strong. This is where you are now. So steady your hearts and keep your feet planted on the ground. It is alright to feel fear but it is no reason to back down; for there is no courage without fear. Out of the Seven Seas Alliance only us stand against this beast that comes to destroy our homes. Each and every one of you is a volunteer and there is no heart greater than the heart of a volunteer. Each of you here, a father, a brother, a son, a husband, each of you are here are here for Arendelle. Arendelle is not a place or a land. Arendelle is you and each one of you today carries Arendelle with you. That makes all of us brothers and in my case, your sister. There is no me, today. All of us are Arendelle together. So look to the man beside you for he is your brother today. Each of you carries Arendelle's heart, dream, and life, so I ask of you today men of Arendelle. Will you stand against those that want to destroy the Arendelle inside you?! Are you willing to die with the brother at your side?! Are you willing to fight?! I am Silvanna, the Knightess of Arendelle and I will fight. Will you fight beside me today?! Will you die with me today men of Arendelle?!" Silvanna finishes her words with a shout, her spear raised high above her head.

Silence greets her and she can feel a burning sensation on her cheeks as the first trickle of embarrassment rises. For a moment she feels like a fool and wonders if she has botched up her speech in a way. She admits it is an impromptu one and simply made on the spot.

"Is it really that bad?" she wonders mentally feeling sweat drop upon her brow.

Then it comes, a thud, then another and another and another. Like a tidal wave, a symphony of shouts and cheers erupts all over the Arendellian line. Silvanna smiles despite herself as she looks at the faces of the men now. The fear is still there and the nervousness. There is however a determination there that is not present before. A light on each of their eyes that indicates that they would follow her to the depths of hell if she asked them to. Silvanna smiles brightly, she would not betray their trust.

Putting her helmet atop her head, Silvanna raises her spear and pulls her horse by its hind legs in front of everyone."For Arendelle!" she shouts as loudly as she can. Later this image of hers would be painted by master artists for entire world to see and remember.

"FOR ARENDELLE! FOR THE KNIGHTESS!" the call goes out from throat to throat in unison until twenty-nine thousand men are shouting it.

Wasting no more time, Silvanna urges her horse riding towards the right flank. Men cheer and raise their spears in salute as the Knightess rides past them, their shouts of confidence music to her hearts. With a morale such as this, Silvanna can feel the last doubts within herself vanish about her plan. While maintain a façade of confidence and strength after all on the outside, same cannot be said on the inside for the Knightess. With her plan, she is responsible for every life here. It is a dangerous gamble she is making after all. If they lose here, there would be no more second battle.

The sound of heavy footfalls behind her makes Silvanna look back to see the five hundred strong Winged Hussars following her, their wings make them stand out like a sore thumb on the battlefield. Nodding at their commander, she urges her horse forward to the right on a steady gallop till reaching the rightmost part. They are soon joined also by the black armoured Death Dealers with Lord Viktor and Amelia in tow riding grimly. where the horses of the light cavalry units are waiting with the Rangers.

"Price, go!" Silvanna calls out to the Ranger Captain who nods raising a horn to his mouth before letting off a ringing blast.

Instantly the light cavalry are moving behind Silvanna, their greater numbers nearly camouflaging the wings of the Winged Hussars. Leading them rightward, Silvanna takes a chance to glance at the enemy army. She smiles beneath her helmet as she sees a plume of dust as she can espy the enemy cavalry responding to her rightward movement by deploying largely also at her direction.

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Arendellian Centre

"Ready!" Horst calls out loudly as the men around him grimly lowers their spears.

The Arendellian Centre lines composed mostly of large infantry are heavily supported by rifle and crossbow divisions. Equipped with two meter long hardened ash tip spears, the entire front lines are one massive wall of death designed to specifically hold the enemy at bay as long as possible. They would be the main bulwark against the Nogrodion army.

"Trumpet, cadence; SOUND OFF!" roars Horst as the trumpeters immediately sounds off a continuous one-two that makes the entire centre line march forward in a steady march facing the darkened mass in front of them.

Horst would be lying if he said that he is not afraid. However Silvanna's speech is still ringing true inside his eardrums and he would be damned if he or any of his men break rank and ran. She is right; each and every one of them is Arendelle and the hopes of every single one of them here today relies on his shoulders. Thus he strengthens his resolve and marches with the army. Without warning the sky darkens and Horst who has experienced such a thing before barely manages to call out loudly.

"TAKE COVER! SHIELDS!"

Arrows fell like rain all around and men too slow to react in time immediately go down either dead or wounded. The wiser ones manage to hide on their handheld shields but even then they are not fully protected as the rain of arrows hit the occasional arm or foot. The rain lasted barely seconds but now there are men all over the centre lines groaning or calling out in pain. Horst simply grits his teeth as he urges the line to move forward again ignoring the dead or dying. He breathes a sigh of relief as he notices the entire line moving again even with their comrades remaining on the grass. It won't do to have the entire line to stall.

As he faces forward again Horst can't help but gulp at the sight of their next challenge.

"I really do hate chariots," he thinks to himself as he watches the enemy individual units rushing towards them.

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Nogrodion Command

Mao Zheng sits lazily atop his own personalized golden chariot as he munches on a brunch of grapes conveniently placed beside him. He almost scoffs as he looks at the opposite side of the field where the Arendellians have mustered their forces. They are even lesser in numbers than he expected. At best his army numbers in the hundred and fifty thousand with a couple of thousand lesser due to the Arendellians' non-stop raids. Sure the Arendellians has the support of the natives of Lescanna and the remainder of the Lescannian rebels but compare it to the massive war machine of Nogrod and they are nothing more than a tithe.

He regrets now having worried for nothing about Arendelle's so-called Knightess. Word of her has reached even his homeland of course. The female warrior that brought Arendelle, a nation barely of notice and mention into the big table with its sudden rise of popularity and wealth. She is said to be as beautiful as she is intelligent and deadly, a foe worthy of any general. Even Mao Zheng's accomplice wants her, leaving to him behind very specific instructions that she be captured and unspoiled. So far Mao Zheng has neither seen hide nor hair of her on the battlefield. Good, for if she gets herself killed, Mao can always point it to a random soldier's fault instead of him.

A frantic shout from one of his so-called "generals" makes Mao give off a lazy wave to him. Apparently Arendelle's cavalry is making a classic flanking manoeuvre against them; pretty stupid of them doing it in full view of everyone. He can see his own cavalry rushing off to the side to counter the movement.

Paying them no mind and attention he simply looks bored at the lines of Arendellians slowly marching towards them. Now that is simply unacceptable. Better teach this island folks that they are nothing but dogs barking at a tiger. Raising both hands, he immediately lets it down sending nearly half of his forces rushing en masse at the lines of violet and blue. The chariots of Nogrod break ranks easily, their wheels armed with knives and blades designed to sever limbs from bodies.

As he takes another mouthful of grape, Mao smiles as he looks at the closing battle lines. He has already won this battle before it even started.

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Arendellian Left Line

Matthias gulps nervously as beads of sweat pour in buckets inside him even with Lescanna's cold weather. He is one of the five Winged Hussars left on this part of the army. Apparently the army needs to keep its morale and the famed best of the best allots this part to him and five others. It would do good for the common soldiers to see the elites present on the battlefield.

As it is he can't help the trembling of his hand on his sabre as he watches the charging black masses closing in towards them. The very ground in fact is shaking as the feet of a hundred thousand hollering and charging Nogrodions rush toward them. He can hear Lord Blackwall calling out speeches of courage and valour but Matthias pays him no mind as he retains the image of a nonlachant and unmoving figure atop his horse.

"Oh god, we are all going to die," he can't help but think inside as the dark-skinned barbarians come closer and closer.

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Arendellian Cavalry at the Right

Line after line of Light cavalry and Winged Hussars maintains a steady gallop with their horses as they discreetly eye the opposite side of the field where the Nogrodion cavalry are marching their speed. For Silvanna she steadies her heart at the elation that the enemy is doing exactly what she is expecting them to do. Behind she can see almost the entire Nogrodion army charging their lines while their flanking manoeuvre is being counteed. Still, they need to keep the cavalry entertained and focused on the flanking manoeuvre that they would be too hot blooded to think about anything else but the clash later on.

"Pick up the pace!" Silvanna shouts urging the riders to ride even harder as they increased their speed. She keeps an eye on the enemy horses and grins beneath her helmet as they also increase their own gallop to keep up with the Arendellians.

Arendellian Centre Line

The view of chariots approaching galvanizes Horst into action immediately.

"Prepare to repel chariots! Position B!" he calls out loudly giving the trumpeter the signal as he let out several ringing sounds with different intervals.

In their training of tactics, it is drilled into men how to respond to the signals repeatedly that they could do it even when they are half asleep. Of course no one is happy being drilled again and again at that time. Horst would bet his left lung that right now the men are more than glad about it as they respond in tandem, their bodies moving in instinct as days of repetition inserts itself.

Gangways of empty space are immediately cleared on where the chariots are estimated to crash unto the lines. Men moved fast, but some are not fast enough as the first of the Nogrodion charioteers smash into the lines of Arendellians. Many dodged the chariots, but some unlucky ones got tangled on the blades attached to their wheels and limbs start flying as men scream in pain. Still the drill worked, lines at the back let down longer spears stopping the momentum of the chariots as the horses buckled from the death traps in front.

"Ready, aim, fire!" crossbow divisions and rifle divisions fire point blank at the charioteers now trying unsuccessfully to rein their horses.

The rifles at best are very bad at accuracy in their current state. However this close to their targets? The en masse shooting of the two divisions are more than enough to decimate the entire chariot sections of the Nogrodions are charioteers and horses go down dying or dead. Men immediately break ranks cutting apart the downed Nogrodions in any way they can as the front lines close their gaps and the reserves plucked the holes as the mass of men of Nogrod smash into them. More reserves are deployed as the entire line buckled by sheer numbers alone. Horses are pulled down and cut, moaning men at the ground get stabbed and more than one unfortunate soul has his head bashed in by a nearby rock.

"Hold! Dress your ranks! Hold!" Horst's voice rings out as the men are slowly being pushed back. Still the Arendellians hold their formation doing their utmost to prevent the enemy from breaking through and dissolving the battlefield to a general melee where surely the enemy would be able to sustain by their numbers alone.

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Arendellian Left Line

The enemy infantry smashes into the lines of spears like a juggernaut. Many are pushed back but the formations of the Arendellians are designed specifically to prevent the entire front from falling down. The entire line buckled but it does not break. Instead the spears remain steady and hundreds died on the mad rush. The Nogrodions realizing that their charge is leading to five to ten men dying on a single spear alone tries to stop and back up to no avail. The ones at their back filled with hot blood and the anticipation of battle push them forward right at the awaiting jaws of the lances.

Rifle Divisions and Crossbow divisions also step forward adding their own input, the sound of heavy twanging and the discharge of bullets lessening the stress of the entire front. Sure the rows of lances damage a heavy deal on the Nogrodions charge. With their momentum now gone though, the Nogrodions by the dozens snake through the gaps of the spears towards the spearmen who are unwieldy with the heavy weight of the lances that they are holding. Into this the reserve forces charge in plucking the gap as sword and axe is drawn to deal with them before the Nogrodions could inflict heavy damage to the ranks of the spearmen that they could swarm.

Matthias joins this group and his training as a Winged Hussar kicks in as his sabre flashes and bobs like a snake cutting down three men and wounding two others earning a bout of inspiration from those watching. On other parts of the line, the rest of the five Winged Hussars also deals with their own foes doing it as flashy as possible to let the entire line see and gain courage and resolve. Dodging another overhead smash of a Nogrodion, he swipes his sabre on his exposed throat sending him gurgling on the ground before being substituted by another skirmisher giving Matthias a second to catch his breath.

All around him, the sound of men dying, cursing and fighting is like a symphony of the damned. Growling his teeth and strengthening his resolve, Matthias dives right in once more as he sees another brunch of Nogrodions trying to sneak in through the rows of spears on another part of the line.

Arendellian Cavalry at the Right

Silvanna lets the battle rage for a full twenty minutes making sure that the enemy cavalry not break off whatsoever as it continues to follow them before finally deciding that the time is right.

"VIKTOR!" her voice calls out making the Lord of the Mines look back at her from the front where he is leading alongside his Death Dealers.

With a nod from her, the Lord of the Mines gives off a small bow before drawing his own sword and lets off a loud war cry. Immediately the steady gallop that the cavalry unit is doing turns into full throttle with Lord Viktor in the lead. The cavalry of Nogrod caught off guard by the sudden decision of acceleration responds in the same way in order to keep up with the Arendellians. None of them notices a section of the Arendellian cavalry being slowly left behind.

Raising her spear above her head, Silvanna immediately looks at Dan, the leader of the Winged Hussars and Amelia who rides at her side. Nodding at them, she immediately makes a circling motion with her weapon before making a sharp U-turn with her horse. Wordlessly the entirety of the Winged Hussars and the Lescannian cavalry splits from the main group after her. With the dust of the continuous gallop made before, none of the Nogrodion cavalrymen notice the sudden change of direction of some of the Arendellian cavalry unit. Even if they did, they would not have cared. After all the Arendellian light cavalry and the Death Dealers immediately clash against the main cavalry unit of Nogrod. As Silvanna looks back she grimaces seeing men and horses fell giving her the distraction she and her unit needs as they head towards the gap left behind by the main force of Nogrod and cavalry force charging.

She raises her spear again, signalling the Winged Hussar trumpeter to let off the signal at Horst. Placing the horn atop his lips the trumpeter let off a winding blast that can be heard through the din of the battlefield.

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Arendellian Centre

A steady cloud of dust almost leaves visibility to zero as the main lines of Arendelle struggle against the continuous stream of Nogrodions that slam to the picket of lances. Hundreds continue to die by the minute though most come from the lightly armoured masses of Nogrod as their light armour proves little to no protection against the ash tipped lances of the Arendellian spear units. That doesn't mean that the Arendellians are winning all though, no. Many are pulled off the lines to be hacked to pieces and some of the Nogrodions jump by the dozen through the rows of spears bashing left and right to the unprotected sides of the lancers.

"Yaaahh!" Horst growls as he stabs his short sword at the chest of a Nogrodion not removing the blade off until the man is dead before looking around.

With the numbers of Nogrod seemingly endless, the once strong line of lancers that make up the entirety of the front line of Arendelle are now filled with gaps. Into these Horst leads the reserves of skirmishers and whatever units of light cavalry that can be spared to prevent the Nogrodions from breaching permanently. The Nords in particular are very useful as the Northern Arendellian warriors revel in close quarters combat. Standing side by side with lancers they hack and slash with glee giving the less skilled skirmishers the breathing space between each fight. Horst can see one of the long-haired Northeners wielding a club two handed smack and whack a Nogrodion as if there's no tomorrow. Another seems to have lost his weapon and has opted instead to use a nearby rock to bash heads with a great deal of success. One of the Arendellian skirmishers also seems to make it his personal mission to stab whatever Nogrodion too stupid to not watch his back. All around the line, more scenes like this are playing out as the skirmishers try to shore the buckling line not to break.

Then out of nowhere Horst hears it, a ringing sound that ends in a high beat.

"The signal, finally!" he mentally breathes a sigh of relief as he raises a hand to his own trumpeter to let off a blasting note that signals the reserves that have been held at the back before to finally move.

"General, we need to get the line back else we will lose the entire army here,"

"We don't need forever!" Horst growls at the panicking Lieutenant as the reserved skirmishers composed mostly of Queen Siora and the natives alongside a ragtag group of Nords under the command of Bjorn rush past the fighting using the lines held by the Arendellians to catch up on foot with the Winged Hussar cavalrymen heading to the breach of the Nogrod ranks that would have not been visible if not for Silvanna pointing it out back before.

"We hold the line! Skirmishers hurry up and catch up with the Knightess!"

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Silvanna's Cavalry Unit

"Come Arendellians ride! Ride!" Silvanna calls out loudly to the Winged Hussars and the few light cavalry unit divisions that followed them as they ride through empty grass heading in an angled direction straight towards Nogrod's main camp.

For the Knightess she has never ridden so hard before as this as she urges the grey horse she is riding to pick up the speed as the lines of the enemy grow steadily clearer. She is thankful that the trampling of thousands of men and the din of battle have hidden their rather surprise manoeuvre without anyone knowing the better. She knows it would not be long though before their flanking move becomes noticed.

She sees the skirmishers that have detached from the main Arendellian lines finally up ahead, their paths with the cavalry unit under her command mixing until they are finally one unit. She espies a grim faced Bjorn and a blood-soaked Siora running towards the hole at the enemy lines that is leading to a golden chariot at the middle.

"INTO THE HOLE! ARENDELLIANS CHARGE!" Silvanna's hoarse shout urges the Winged Hussars and the Skirmishers to slam like a battering ram to the small line of Nogrod infantrymen and a small division of cavalry that are all that is between the Arendellians and Mao Zheng who looked suddenly alarmed as out of nowhere the battle is right in front of him.

For Silvanna herself, she does not waste time skewering a Nogrodion cavalryman before knocking another off his horse with her spear. Her momentum slowed down, Silvanna blocks a swipe with the middle of her spear from one of the cavalrymen that snuck on her side. She does not see however one of the jumping Nogrodions to fly out of nowhere and stab her right upper thigh with a knife nearly pinning her leg to the saddle. As it is Silvanna is unable to stop the scream of pain that leaves her lips as she is pushed down to the ground. Hands immediately grapple her helmet trying to pull it off and Silvanna amid the growls and grunts grabs the knife hidden at her right forearm. Just in time too for she barely manages to pull it out when her helmet is pried off and her head would have been bashed open with it when a red clad rider appear out of nowhere and sliced the man's hand right off its forearm leaving a bloody stump. Silvanna does not take the distraction for granted as she pushes herself up and slams the knife at the chest of said Nogrodion before picking up her spear that has fallen at the side when she fell. A wild yell makes Silvanna ready in a guard stance as another axe wielding Nogrodion rushes at her only to be felled when the same red clad rider appears again and runs the man over.

Silvanna just blinks as he notices more of those red clad riders appearing out of nowhere and dispatching Nogrodions left and right alongside the Winged Hussars and the skirmishers of Arendelle. Speaking of which, Silvanna grits her teeth as she lets her magic fill her entire being strengthening her limbs before moving.

The metallic scent of blood clogs the air and curtains of dirt and smoke fills almost everything. Even in her vantage point Silvanna can barely see the concealing knots, clumps, ranks and battalions of thrashing bodies around her. Overhead the scavengers sound out their pleasure as men below them hack each other to pieces.

Wielding her spear, Silvanna brings it down first at the head of a Nogrodion so hard that it cracks his skull in half. Moving faster than any man without magic can, Silvanna uses her added strength and agility to splinter cow skin shields with single blows of her spear, rend bodies, and crack the weapons of those who dare oppose her. No one could stop her as she fell man after man. The Arendellians nearest her have formed a defensive circle covering her flanks to prevent the Knightess from being attacked at the sides. Rushing a group of three Nogrodions, she knocks aside their spears and jabs her spear forward like a biting snake. One of the soldiers however are more skilled and while Silvanna is busy poking holes on his comrades, he darts forward making the Knightess pause as his spear catches her left arm. Moving past the pain, Silvanna knocks aside his weapon before swiping the spear at his throat leaving a gurgling mess behind.

Silvanna does not know how long she has been fighting. She just knows that she is already sore and weary with a dozen minor injuries to her. Her right thigh is ablaze with pain from the stab wound and her left arm is almost numb thanks to the number of times it is forced to block attacks and the damage before. A cut is also at her temple blinding Silvanna's right eye as blood pours from it and covering part of her face with crimson.

Then she hears it.

"THEY'RE RETREATING! THEY'RE RETREATING THE NOGRODIONS ARE RETREATING!"

Forcing both of her eyes to open, Silvanna manages to espy Mao Zheng making a run for it. Apparently amid the haze of the fighting that blinded her. Silvanna fails to notice that their fight has closed the distance far too close for comfort to the so-called leader of the barbarians. Thus like any coward when faced with opposition, he does what he is best at, he ran. As he ran of course, the Nogrodions ran with him, his grip of fear on them now loosing.

Silvanna just chuckles as she dry heaves before falling on her knees. Her entire body feels stiff and tired that she barely manages to keep the grip she has on her spear. As it is though she continues chuckling as she hears the cheers of victory from the Arendellians echoing around her.

Strong arms suddenly grip her and if not for feeling deathly tired, Silvanna would have introduced them to her spear. As it is, she just grunts as she is forced to a standing position. Opening her left eye, Silvanna lets off a small smile as the face of a dirt covered Amelia meets her with the bloody form of Bjorn holding an axe and holding a severed head of a random Nogrodion. Beside Amelia with a tired grin of her own is Siora still with that mischievous look at her face even when covered with guts and blood.

"We won," her squire simply says engulfing Silvanna in a hug.

"Yes, we did," Silvanna sighs as she controls her tired body not to fall amid the hug.

"Congratulations your ladyship," a familiar figure in red and black armour makes Silvanna look with her opened eye at the figure leading more red cloaked riders dismounting as they approached her small group. Silvanna does not fail to notice the rest of her group tightening in ranks by instinct as they face the new unknowns.

"Who are you? Why did you help us?" Silvanna asks looking at the figure opting to know before a fight can break out of a possible misunderstanding.

"My apologies, I tend to forget things," the figure chuckles as it pulls the helmet off leaving long black hair to be seen with Asian features with an exotic beauty to it. The eyes however is filled with confidence and strength.

"I am Hua Mulan, commander of the dragon army of the Kingdom of Xi. I am here to bring Mao Zheng to justice. Of course seeing that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. That makes you our allies in this fight,"

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Author's Note:

Hi sorry for the late update. I have been busy reading Naruto fics that's why I haven't updated. Anyway please review and comment how my first ever battle scene is. I hope you like the ending. The Mulan I portray here is from the original Disney Animation not the 2020 one. Seriously that movie is just blearrrghhh. No Mushu, no songs, no nothing.