"FUCK!" Jacquelin yelled out, and realized Glen was sleeping again. "STUPID! MAKE YOURSELF USEFULL!" She roared, pushing him down the hill, and he began rolling at high speeds, plowing his way through the front line crushing people as he rolled. And still he slept. "Useless moron." She said, lifting her axe, and rushing the front lines, along with Kyren, Baldh, Hannah and Heresy, Michael, Terra, and Sin tagging behind. Lysalia led the mage units, intending to use her eyes to pick out when the front units needed help.
Glen woke up, to the sound of clinking weapons hitting his armor. "SHUT THAT ALARM OFF!" He roared, standing up, unleashing viscious swings of his lance, spearing a few in the process, and then his weapon broke on a fellow knight. "...eh?" Glen said, blinking a few times, looking at this blade wielding opponent. "GIMME THAT!" He roared, catching the blade as it came down on him, and headbutting the opposing knight repeatedly till he fell to the ground, and Glen giggled. "My sword!" He said, twirling the hefty blade similiar to Kyrens, and he then, fell asleep.
Kyren slashed through fighter, tearing off an arm, and he was stabbed with a lance. "Shit!" He grunted, turning to fend off this other mounted unit, and the lance flew at him, but was cleanly chopped in half by a blur. "Thank me later." he said, as he dodged a few extra blows, and stabbed a halberdier in the neck, and twisted it, killing them. "SHIT!" He said, as he watched an axe come towards him, but then, Kyren's sword disarmed the axe, and with a flourish, he dismembered the axeman. "There's your thank you." He said, and Sin rolled his eyes.
Heresy and Hanna were fighting together, slashing wildly at the axemen that approached them, and Heresy held a broad redish blade, with a stange texture to it, and a jagged edge. Hannah, was using a simple steel sword, an iron one on her belt in case the other broke. Hannah dove at one of the axemen, clashing her blade with their axe, throwing their axe aside, as she brought the blade across his throat. Effective, quick and deadly, she thought it was the best way to kill them off quickly, so she could move her sights onto others.
"You fight like a demon, cutting throats wherever you can..." Heresy said, as he sheathed his viscious sword, and unsheathed a blade that was glowing a bright white. She nodded. "What else should I do? Lose my sword in their chests? This is quicker." She said, as she ducked under an axe swipe, and came up with a viscious uppercut with her blade, knocking the axeman backwards, a gash gushing blood on his chest, and she drove the blade into his throat and wrenched it from the dirt.
Heresy nodded. "Well, my opinion is, why get close when you can kill them from a distance, and not even get scratched?" He said, swinging his sword, as bright white slashes of energy began tearing single opponents apart. Paired with Hannah's brutality, they began thinning opponents out.
Lysalia smiled. "Everyone, get ready to set your sights on the units in the air." She said, and they all looked confused, and looked up. "...What units?" Aidan asked, slightly coldly. "Yes, I don't see them either... does my sight fail me?" He asked, and Lysalia smiled, snapping, and bringing her hands towards the sky, "Updraft!" She called out, and a wind from the earth itself, lifted a good fifty units into the air, throwing them horribly off guard. "Finish them quickly, before my magic gives out!" She called out, and bolts of lightning, black fires, dark shadows, and explosions of pure magic ravaged the units caught upwards.
Balhd looked backwards to the sudden uproar of magic being fired off from the hillside. "Hm... they all have interesting spell potential. Lysalia, has been tapping deeper into her soul, apparantly, hence the interesting spell of hers..." He muttered to himself, mindlessly dismounting a mounted unit with a swing of his lance. "...It seems that she lifted them... oh, fifty feet up?" He said, spearing a foot unit, lifting them off the ground, and throwing them into another. "Also... there's so many of these units, yet they're all..." He said, pausing, bored. "...So soft." He said, chopping an arm off with an accurate swing of his lance.
Siham looked over the hillside, launching an arrow right into a knight's helm. She then paused, where Faith was rapidly launching support arrows. "Calm down, no one's going anywhere..." Siham said with a chuckle. Faith was panting. "Are you serious?" She said, pointing at their allies. "Look! Sin's got a deep cut in his forearm, Kyren's blade is notched, and he's getting pelted from all sides, his armor will give in soon, Glen's ok... so is Balhd, and Hannah is having some difficulty..." She said, as she watched Hannah get headbutt by another mercenary, and she quickly feathered them, catching them in the arm, sending them back, giving Heresy enough time to rush in with a shield bash and a finishing blow. He signaled thanks to Faith. She nodded with a smile, and looked to Terra and Michael. "Look at them! They're fighting their hearts out to defend what little they have left, you should at least have the decency to aid them, and not make pretty shots!" She said, wiping a bead of sweat from her face. Siham frowned and began belting out arrows alongside Faith, supporting their friends.
Michael and Terra were working in practically perfect harmony, twirling around, disarming opponents, killing them all quickly and efficiently. "Think you can keep up?" Terra managed out between swipes. "You have no idea..." Michael said, keeping pace, even speeding it up. "Please, I won't be beaten by a girl." He said, and Terra grinned. "Get ready to, then." She said, and the entire group fought their very hardest, with help from the blasts of magic, arrows flying, and companionship, they managed to prevail, although badly wounded.
Kyren's armor was split at the arm, and his arm was bleeding deeply, and Sin was unconscious, Michael and Terra mostly unscathed, Hannah with a split eyebrow. Heresy was rouched up, a black eye forming from where he got hit with a random last-resort right hook. Baldh too, was mostly unscathed, and the magic users to, were untouched, thanks to the valiant efforts of the front units.
Kyren held his arm, and Lysalia called for August. "Heal them all." She said, curtly, and she nodded, hiding since the beginning of the battle. She was terrified of the fight, and had hid. She went up and down the line, healing everyone. She looked to Heresy. "Sorry... I can only heal cuts." And he looked frustrated. "Whaddya mean, you can only heal cuts? What kinda healer are you?" He said, rather loudly, and Sin woke up. "Guy, shut up, you're too loud, I want to sleep." He said, standing, rubbing his eyes, looking very aggravated. "Let's just get moving, ok?" Kyren said, trying to avert a possible spat, looking at his broken armor. Glen's, although intact was badly dented from him not fighting back. Sin was beat up, bruised and abused. Heresy frowned. "Most of my weapons are broken..." And Kyren sighed.
"Let's just complain when we get to the town, ok? We're all tired... we've had two intense battles, and made it out alive... let's... just shut the hell up, and move on." He said, and every listened, noticing their commander wasnt in a very happy mood. Then, they began trekking towards Alsterea, Kyren leaving a single torch behind in the field filled with bodies, the dry grass catching quickly, taking the field to hell with all the fighters who opposed them, as they turned their backs to the blazing fire, marching to Alsterea.