Chapter Four: The Battle Begins

Well everyone, here's chapter four of my story. I want to say thanks to my loyal reviewers for…well, taking the time to review my story.

Enjoy chapter four!

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For hours, it felt as though the warriors only stood there, waiting for their enemy to come crashing through those gates before them. But all was deathly still. Nobody moved. Nobody said anything. But everyone's bodies were tense, as they awaited their enemy.

Kazaka, Cala and Zinthol all stood, weapons ready, staring dead on at the front gates. Cala tightened her grip over her sword, and gulped. "Guys, this is it… Don't neither of ya die on me, alright?"

The Galka placed an enormous hand over Cala's shoulder, and sighed. "Do not fret Cala. We will all make it through to fight another day. This is no different than any other battle. We will not die."

But they all knew, that every word was a lie, deep down. They knew, that they were all going to be killed here, at the hands of the beastmen. The beastmen's numbers quadrupled that of the alliance's men.

Kazaka sighed, swinging his sword side to side in front of him. "If they're gonna kill us, at least don't make us die from boredom…" Cala frowned in disgust at Kazaka's idea of joking, especially at a time like this. But she shrugged it off, and stared directly towards the front gate once again.

And suddenly, a voice called out over the troops. "Archers! Fire at will! Bring down those foul creatures! Mages, cast your spells now! Let no orc slip by!" And by this order, everyone knew that the beastmen were only a few hundred yards from the city by now. It was only a matter of time.

Arrows zoomed through the air and over the walls, but Kazaka couldn't see over, and could only hope that the archers were doing their jobs well. The small Tarutarus began casting spell after spell over the wall and into the forces of their enemy. Of course, it was no easier to see. Everything was hidden behind this wall. However, he watched in awe as enormous boulders; or meteors even, were hurled from the skies and into the ground, where hopefully their targets would be hit.

"Quickly! Stop them before they reach the gate!" The voice called out again. But even as the order was made, the large gate rumbled from the affects of the pounding of the trolls. The trolls' cries echoed, even over the walls as their bodies were pierced by arrows and crushed by the mages' powers. "Fire! FIRE!" The frantic voice called out.

But it was too late. Because seconds later, the wood gate was blown apart by the trolls, leaving only dust and debris in its destruction. The hulking figures came charging through the gates, and towards the troops who stood numerous yards away. Every soldier stood in shock at the creatures, their massive size, and the enormous clubs and shields which they wielded.

The soldiers quickly regained their senses, and held their weapons at the ready. The trolls roared, and the troops screamed as they began to run out towards each other. But numerous men were easily battered away by the clubs, thrown into walls and taverns; even houses.

Kazaka, Cala, and Zinthol also found the will to fight again, as they too charges out into the battlefield to fend off the beastmen. The creatures were nearly triple Kazaka's size. In fact, they were even larger than their Galka friend! But it only determined Kazaka to stop them even more.

A beastmen quickly confronted Kazaka himself, and hurled its club over its head, in an attempt to crush Kazaka. But the Hume was too swift, and easily dashed to the side, countering by running forward and slicing his sword through the rough flesh of the troll. The troll cried out, and fell to the ground.

Zinthol had a much easier time with the creatures. He was able to literally block the clubs of these troll creatures, and then bash it in the face with his massive gauntlets; easily enough power to kill a troll from the impact.

Cala managed to sprint up to one, and pierce her sword through the gut of the troll, before the creature even had so much as a chance to swing its weapon at her. Yet still, their allies were being battered around the area so easily. Very few times were any of the trolls being brought down.

Kazaka charged a second troll, ready to swing his sword at the creature. But the creature's club came flying horizontally toward his head. Kazaka barely had time to drop to the ground to dodge it. However, the troll's club managed to smack his sword, very near the hilt of the weapon. The impact caused Kazaka's sword to fly from his land, and clatter onto the floor, nearly ten feet away. But surprisingly, the weapon remained whole. The vibration sent a surge of pain down Kazaka's arm, and he cried out in pain as he grabbed his shoulder.

The troll again lifted its massive club, ready to put an end to the resilient warrior. But before the deathblow could be struck, Zinthol jumped before the troll, and punched the troll, again with the use of his massive gauntlets. The troll's club fell from its hand, and the troll stumbled back about a meter before collapsing onto the ground.

Kazaka grinned and stood to his feet, and yelled to his comrade, "Thanks Zin! I owe ya one!" He then quickly rushed over to his weapon, and lifted it with his arm. However, Kazaka's arm still hurt from the blow, but it was something he'd just have to deal with.

Cala sliced her sword through the leg of a troll, causing the creature to fall down to one knee. She laughed at the troll in amusement. Almost as if she was just playing a game with it. But then, she jumped into the air and forced her sword inbetween the shoulder blades of the creature, killing it instantly. As it fell to the ground, she pulled out her sword, and jumped off the creature's back.

Soon however, while the battle continued, small orcs had managed to squirm their way into the city as well, along with the trolls. They were much, much smaller than the trolls, and only a little bigger than a Tarutaru even. But they were still very deadly, even when compared to the trolls.

Cala was the first to confront a portion of the orcs. Gripping her sword tighter, nearly three orcs charged her at once. She jumped to the side, and lunged herself back again towards one the farthest to the left orc. Cala impaled him with her weapon, then withdrew her sword from the body and sliced into the chest of yet another. Both orcs fell limply to the ground. The third orc held a small knife, ready to stab at a moment's chance. But the young Mithra was to swift, as the orc charged, lunging its knife ahead, she easily swerved out of the way of the knife, and swung her sword in a clean sweep, decapitating the orc. Its body collapsed onto the ground, the knife clattering right along.

Zinthol however, being as enormous as he was, had a much more difficult time as the orcs seemed to surround him; about four of them this time. However, none of the orcs dared try to stab his legs, at the expense of being thrashed by his fists. But Kazaka came to Zinthol's rescue, only seconds after he had recollected his sword. Kazaka pierced his sword through the orc's back, easily breaking through the armor. It stunned the orcs for a moment as they all turned in surprise. It gave Zinthol only enough time to grab one of the orcs by its puny head, and toss him into the air, unsure of where it was to land.

Kazaka quickly charged the next orc, which tried to stab at him as he came. Kazaka swiftly jumped back, and then lunged forward an instant after, impaling yet another orc, however, through the chest this time. The fourth orc was pounded into the ground by both the Galka's fists. Both Kazaka and Zinthol found a chance to grin at each other while the battle raged on.

The white mages had already begun healing the warriors as quick they could, perhaps even casting a holy spell against their enemies from time to time. A few of the archers had also managed to turn around, and begin firing upon the enemy with their arrows. The Elvaan had such precise aim, that their chance of friendly fire was in fact, very slim.

And although the three companions seemed to be having much luck against the trolls and orcs, there was little to be said of their allies. They were dropping like flies before each other, and at an alarming rate. But for every warrior of Altana who dropped, it seemed as though it was always an orc, or troll to take their place. Troll after troll, and orc after orc continued to rush through the doors and into the front of the city, at an endless rate.

Luckily enough however, many portions of the city had been blocked off with barricades, and even if the beastmen were to breakthrough, they could only go in one direction.

While the battle continued to be fought, General Lookia Token's voice rang out over the troops. "Everyone, retreat back to the courtyard! The front gate is lost! We must defend the citizens now! We cannot allow these beasts to breach anymore of the city!"

Everyone followed the order, word for word, as they began to fall back from the front gate. The archers and black mages were able to follow along the top wall, rather than climb down and try to push through the enemy. The walls led around, and opened up an enemy-free area, which would allow them to enter the courtyard as well.

However, the warriors and white mages were not quite so lucky, they would be forced to run, with the threat of the enemy chasing them down. But it was their only way to run.

Zinthol managed to ram his fist into the head of yet another troll, before he too began to run from the battle. "Kazaka, Cala, come! We must hurry to the courtyard! Let us go!"

Kazaka turned to face him, and nodded, before he spun around and sliced his sword through the chest of another orc.

"C'mon, let's go Cala!" Kazaka turned to begin running, but stopped when he realized that Cala had not yet begun to follow him. "Cala! Let's go! We have to get to the courtyard!"

Cala's sword cut across the actual face of one of the orcs, and she jumped back. "I'm not going! I'm gonna stay here and keep fightin' them!" And then, she swiftly lunged her weapon forward, and impaled yet another orc through its stomach.

Kazaka stared on in shock, amazed by both his friend's determination, and foolishness. "Cala, don't be stupid! You don't stand a chance here! We have to get to the courtyard!" An orc came out from the crowd and ran at Kazaka, but was too slow as he smacked away the knife with the tip of his sword, then managed to spin around and slice off the arm of the orc, before he severed its head of its body. "Cala, c'mon!"

At last, Cala regrettably turned from the battle, and began to run in the direction of the courtyard. But it was too late. One of the numerous orcs had jumped out, and pierced its knife, directly through the Mithra's light armor, and into her back. Cala cried out in pain, and managed to spin around with her sword, decapitating the orc.

Kazaka stared on in horror at her friend, the weapon still jutting around from her back. Blood leaked out, and ran down her armor. "NO! CALA!" Kazaka screamed for his friend, and dashed over to her, where she tried to stumble away from the fight. Kazaka got to her in time to catch her from falling on the ground, grabbing her by the arm as he carried her over his shoulder. "C'mon Cala! We're gonna get you to the courtyard! You're not gonna die on us either! You got that!"

Cala winced in pain, and shuddered, the pain intensifying in her back. "No, Kaz…it's alright. Don't worry 'bout me…You jes'…get over there, okay?"

Kazaka shook his head, and adjusted himself to compensate for her weight. "No way! You're comin' with me!" Luckily, by that time, the two had managed to walk far enough away from the battle, to not be attacked by any of the beastmen.

A large gate behind them began to close off the section, as a few last minute men managed to rush their way through it, before it was locked shut. Hopefully, that gate would buy enough time for the troops to prepare for yet another confrontation.

Cala coughed, and closed her eyes as she did so. The pain seemed to surge throughout her entire body. But still, the Mithra kept breathing, and it seemed that she would be able to keep going. At least, for the time being.

At last, the courtyard they had started at earlier came into view. Numerous of their allies were gathered there together, Zinthol included. He gasped at the site of Kazaka and Cala, and quickly rushed to help them. "Kazaka, what happened! I thought the two of you were right behind me!" The Galka lifted Cala with great ease, and rushed back to the group of soldiers, where he laid her on the ground near the group, after pulling the knife from her back, and tossing it aside.

Cala coughed once again, this time blood escaping her mouth. "Look, don't the two of you worry 'bout me. Just get them damned trolls, got it?"

Kazaka could only stare at his friend in horror, but then gulped, nodding in reply. "You got it. We'll kill twice as many of them in your place." Kazaka grinned, and stood up, holding his sword once again in hand.

Zinthol remained silent for a long time, and then clenched his fists. "They will not make it past us Cala." He smiled grimly, and nodded, despite their situation.

Cala smiled, and then nodded. "Right. You go get 'em. Kill as many of those damned creatures as you can." Kazaka and Zinthol both nodded, and reluctantly left her to rest where she was, to rejoin their gathered allies.

The Mithra watched on for a moment as her friends walked on, leaving her alone. She smiled, and sighed, leaning back her head against the ground, as life left her body limp. And so, the young Mithra known as Cala Mensta, died there.

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Alright then, that's the fourth chapter. It was much longer, and also a little sad. Even though I'm the author, I'm sad have had Cala died. But that's a part of war that I had to add. Not everyone makes it through the war. Even though this is a fantasy fiction, based on a fantasy story, it's still war all the same. -.-

But anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed it. A little to my reviewers.

Sally (Otherwise known as BarkingdogBARK) – Too bad you haven't read my last two chapters yet. They both popped up at the same time, only yesterday. Hopefully you'll get to read them. (Of course, if you're reading this here, you probably already did! P)

Wonwingangel – Too bad you haven't read chapter three yet. You may have noticed I fixed some of the things up in chapter two, mainly those dumb mistakes I made, like the one you pointed out. Hope you manage to read the rest of this. Thanks for the reviews, they really helped.

Vivle – Thanks for reading and reviewing all of my past chapters. And although the Federation of Windurst didn't of course fall, that doesn't at all mean that none of the cities couldn't have. But anyways, we'll see what happens here, in the finishing chapter(s)! Thanks again!

And overall, thank you to all my reviewers again! I know I shouldn't depend on reviewers to decide whether or not I write my story, but the positive reviews help keep me motivated when I know that someone is going to read it! Anyways, thanks again, for like the third time!

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