Sparda's Revenge: Story 2
It had been six years since the Demon Sparda abandoned his past once again. He never looked back but looked onward to control his land that he had taken over through the ages. His serves to the Gods where still willing but not as often, since there was no major threats through out the land. Sparda controlled a mass kingdom made of his greatest warriors and their families. Together with his men, they crushed any threats that may contribute towards themselves and the land. For those who apposed Sparda, their end was foretold on the blades of Sparda's kingdom. For some time no threats were emerging and Spada's control expanded. Yet an empire of half-blood Demons and barbarians were planning to take over Sparda's land. Led by a powerful barbarian, they would stop at nothing to overthrow Sparda. Sparda, untamed by this threat took his man to extinguish this threat. On their arrive, Sparda was impressed at the number of enemies they were witnessing. Still, Sparda knew they where no match against his power. Sparda stood at the Fields of Sareena, watching his enemies get into formation and ready to attack. One of Sparda's men came to the Demons side.
Lt. Soldier: "My lord, the barbarians finished utilizing their formation. They will charge at us in a matter of minutes."
Sparda: "Advise the men, we shall charge and annihilate these foes."
Lt. Soldier: "I shall."
The young soldier left Sparda's side and headed for the thousands of men lined up behind Sparda. The men split into three groups for each wave of attack; Sparda would be joining the last wave. It took less then a few minutes before the soldiers were armed and awaiting their leaders commands. Sparda, on top of his black horse, turned toward the men so eager to fight.
Sparda: "We are the greatest army that ever walked this world. We crush those who see use less and rule those who see us more. Let use show what happens to those who dares to challenge the might of the arm of Sparda!"
The soldiers roared as they watched their ruler prepare them for another victory. Sparda turned around and watched the opposing men roar as their leader did a mediocre speech before they fight. Sparda raised his Demon red sword and with a quick swift toward the floor, his men ran down the steep hill toward the charging barbarians in the flat fields. Sparda stared down as he saw the two forces just yards away from colliding at one another. For a blink moment the barbarian forces just slowed down as Sparda's men charged full blast. Sparda spied suspiciously the barbarian leader who seemed to have a grin on his huge bearded face. A soldier by him presented his leader with a bow that was massively made. The barbarian leader then extracted a fire arrow and aimed it toward the sky. The arrow was relished and it soared past the barbarian and half-blood soldiers. It hit a straw trail, which led over to several types of barrels by in the fields. By this time, the entire barbarian army had stopped its' charge. However, a thousand solders from Sparda where still blindly charging at their enemies. Sparda's red eyes opened wide for he realized what the outcome would be.
Sparda: (Yelling) "Pull back! Pull Back!"
His yells where to no avail towards the massive number of bloodthirsty soldiers. The fire had past through the straw and now was burning the barrels. Just as Sparda's soldiers drew their swords the barrels released a massive explosion that shock the battlefield. Corpses of the solders flew around as the barrels still released hellish inferno towards Sparda's men. Limbs from the solders shot through the sky with many burning corpses. For those who survived the trap, they met their end by the barbarian's swords. The barbarians now were pressing forward, hacking the confused soldiers in violent matters. Sparda was enraged by how a thousand of his men were swatted like flies while no casualties forming toward the apposing side. The barbarians left no survivors from the first wave retreat. Sparda turned towards his shocked men.
Sparda: "We shall change strategies! Form in defensive line with pikes out! Archers, wait for may signal to fire!"
Sparda took one of the spears from the solders and stood at the edge of the steep hill, looking at the upcoming men. With a solid throw, the spear impelled five barbarians throw their chests. Sparda now held his sword towards the sky as he turned to his true Demonic form. He's beetle like armor seemed to extract as his curved horns emerged from his head. Sparda saw the first ten men that led the charge freeze in their tracks. Sparda pointed his huge sword towards the frightened men and his eyes glowed red, as well as his sword.
Sparda: "Die you worthless scum!"
His sword then extracted in a long length. He swung it in perfect range to behead all ten men.
Sparda: (Withdrawing his sword to normal length.) "Archers, hold your positions! Take aim on the enemy!" (Raising his arm) "Now release!"
With those words, the sky became covered in glimpsing daggers. Arrows went though the bodies of the barbarians but still the unharmed pressed forward.
Sparda: "Archers! Pull back in arrow distance! Men, get your shields ready and weapons draw! Those in front line, extend your pikes!"
Sparda now with drew past the defensive line and watched as his enemies emerged to the summit of the hill they were standing on. The men in front stood steady with their pikes extended, as the barbarians drove for them. The pikes impaled the charging barbarians that attacked first. The line held out good as more began to head forth with force. Yet the defensive line could only hold the barbarians for so long. They broke through and hacked their way toward the attacking line.
Sparda: "Pull back!" Archers, cover us!"
Sparda led his men back as the arrows drove through the bodies of the barbarians. For those who came to close, Sparda slaughtered them with ease. Sparda drove his men back just enough that they had room to fight. He then let forth his men to attack their enemies. They fought and slashed their swords against each other's bodies. Sparda took front line and shown no mercy towards those who drew a sword at him. He took no time to gut down over fifty men in great ease. The barbarians now were bar bonded by their Sparda's men and the arrows. They too then pulled back down the hill in retreat towards the second wave of barbarians that were waiting at the bottom of the hills.
Lt. Solider: "My lord, we have driven them back. Should we advance the attack?"
Sparda: "Get the men lined by the edges of the hills and wait."
The solider quickly bowed and turned to advance the troops. Sparda stood once again at the edge staring at those he wanted to destroy. When the troops where evenly divided, Sparda leaped on to his horse from a far distance. He surveyed his men as they waited eagerly to charge down the precipice. Now Sparda intrepidly yelled as he charged down followed closely by his soldiers. As they charged, the hills turned into a sea of men in the thousands. Sparda, who was way ahead, raised his sword in the sky.
Sparda: "Sareena! Give my men strength!"