Glyth ran forwards as fast as he could. His heart pounded, pumping adrenaline to his muscles. As an experienced war dancer, he had fought many battles. This was different. A horde of beastmen had made entrance into Athel Loren, and many wood elves were racing through the thick forest towards the unsuspecting beasts.
Glyth heard grunts up ahead. Only so far to go before the battle started. As he came close he slowed down and leaped onto a large tree stump. From there, Glyth jumped onto the trunk of a large tree. Pulling himself onto a large branch, Glyth ran the length of it then pounced at the beastmen below. Only one head turned up to see Glyth plunge into the glade.
Hearing a loud shout, Grul looked up. A half-naked figure came down, with two swords aiming at him. The first blade sliced Grul's head in half. The other came across the throat of another ungor, carving a path through its windpipe. Four large gors turned around to be cut down in a furious whirl of blades.
Glyth plunged his sword into yet another ungor, and began a backwards swing with his other sword. Taking a second to look behind, he saw a beastman's head fall to the ground. A regiment of eternal guard ran past Glyth, showing that the edge of the glade was cleared. Glyth charged along them but a centigor charge demolished the front rank of elves. A centigor charged past the Glyth, and close-lined the war dancer with the haft of its spear.
Glyth rolled to the side and swung into the belly of a centigor. The centigor collapsed, pinning Glyth to the ground. Not able to muster enough strength to push the corpse off of him, Glyth fainted, no longer able to stay conscious.
A searing pain brought Glyth to his senses. He stared up at the snorting minotaur, which glared down at Glyth in return. The beast's hoof was resting on Glyth's right arm. With a roar the minotaur tossed the centigor carcass into the tree line and snatched Glyth off the ground. The hand moved steadily to the gaping maw of the minotaur. Glyth stabbed at the mintoaur's tongue, and was thrown away. Glyth rubbed his ears to ward the ringing caused by the loud roar of Minotaur. Glyth got off the ground and exploded into a fast-paced dance of combat. His blades moved at a speeds to fast to defend against, and soon a large number of wounds were beaten into the monster's thick hide. A punch came from the minotaur, but Glyth dodged it and clung to the extended arm. He ran up the arm and started to slash at the minotaur's neck. A final blow severed the beast's spinal cord and it fell to the ground.
Glyth heard a cruel laugh as he landed. A beastlord stood in the center of the glade, waving its dual axes at Glyth. A terrifying bleat escaped its throat as it charged at Glyth. Soon the two were locked into a deadly struggle. The beastlord swung an axe at Glyth. It ended up slicing through empty space. Glyth stepped on the axe head and used the opportunity to tear a hole in the beastman's muscled chest. Struggling to breath, it lifted its axe, causing Glyth to hit the ground. A quick axe swipe lopped off the wood elf's head, severing the neck thoroughly. Glyth's body slumped towards the ground that he had tried so hard to defend.
The beastlord, known as Urthyrok, raised its head and let out a deafening battle cry. Athel Loren would soon be his…
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------What will happen in the next chapter? Will Urthyrok conquer Athel Loren? Or will the Asrai oust him from there realm?
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