Chapter 20 "The Battle"
Blake smiled seeing what he thought as a pitiful attempt in front of him.
"General Tai! take the men on the west and give them ready for an attack on the side!" Blake said as they approached.
Tai obeyed and called a third of the men to his tactics.
"READY YOUR SWORDS MEN!" Blake said.
Blake's front line pointed their blades in allegiance as the enemy came closer.
Suddenly, the feeling of battle overwhelmed all the men about to fight; it would not be a pleasant war.
Alex was running quickly, heading straight for Blake himself; the army was a few feet before impacting Blake's ranks.
Then it began…
There were guns firing left and swords flung right, it was a terrifying sight at any rate.
Large numbers advanced over the smaller numbers, scattered weapons lay on the field as the twang of gun shells could be heard in the ruckus.
There were sounds of war cries and gunfire enough to make you cover your ears if you didn't have to defend yourself.
The rebels were unorganized and hasty; half their army would perish if they kept at this rate.
Many of the loose cannon soldiers Blake sent in front were already lost to the battle situations, and his front ranks were being wiped out by the desperate army.
The rebels still had their front row, but the second row was crippled by the gunfire, few of them were lucky enough to find a soldier among Blake's army who would only shoot to wound, but only a few.
The swords were the most horrifying part, many of them were dueling with their opponents and it was a sad site to see who might win and who might loose.
Blake was silent as he watched it go on, and kept his eyes on Tai's fighting.
This would be a test for his new General; he was relying largely on his skill.
Tai had already taken down ten opponents; he knew Blake was watching him so he felt pressure to fight hard.
An hour had passed as the battle continued, all the rebels had lost their guns and were forced to swords and spears and those among them who had shields.
Blake was not being attacked, though he had quite a few trying to shoot at him; he was able to dodge each bullet.
The young General was now facing four swords fighters.
They were wearing strong leather and hard helmets and had more then one sword.
"Tai! Use your blades already!" Blake shouted to him.
Tai was hesitant; he didn't know what to do now that there were so many at once.
Immediately he clashed his double blades against the first enemy's broadsword and flung it out of his hand.
He then hit him with the hilt of his sword and thrust frontward barely missing the next opponent.
The three rebels seemed to be very displeased he made one of their friends pass out and all shoved their swords right at his head at once.
Tai had just missed their blades as he moved himself backwards applying pressure to his back as he jerked.
He planted his hands on the ground and wound his two feet around for a round-house kick, knocking each of them back.
The rebels quickly retreated as they now knew Tai was way out of their league, one of them pulling the fallen comrade to safety.
The shields on Blake's end were no longer useful as the scrap metal swords of the other army were ruthless and desperate fighters, they didn't care about their safety at all, and it was as if they were all just looking to fight no matter what strategy might have been used.
Blake was standing upon the rock as Alex was running for him; the Rebel General was coming into direct competition with Blake.
Blake glared at him, Tai had brought the extra ranks into play as he'd asked before it started, and now he couldn't see what would occur to the front of their ranks.
Alex snarled with hate wrapped in his eyes, the general was ready to combat Blake.
Blake swung his sword at his enemy's chest but Alex had jerked backwards.
Then he tried to return a blow.
Blake flipped right over Alex and landed on the other side of him, striking a gash across his back, and slammed his fist into his gut.
Alex felt imminent pain, and brought out a dagger in hopes of taking Blake off his guard.
"That's the oldest trick in the book." Blake snarled, smacking the small sword from Alex's hand.
Alex kicked him in the leg and almost grabbed Blake's wrist if not for Blake sliding his foot under Alex's.
Alex lost balance and was hurled by Blake off the rock.
He landed at the bottom, and felt his arm and legs had broken taking the fall.
Blake put his foot over Alex's chest as he lay on the floor.
The two looked at one another very attentively, Alex tried to pry Blake's foot off him but he started applying pressure to the gash in his back that was now face to face with a small rock, and was making the wound draw deeper.
Blake took Alex's wrists and laid them on one another then thrust Alex's own sword through his gloves to the ground.
His hands were perfectly fine as he had trust through the excess leather in his gloves, simply to keep him pinned down.
His legs were not able to move and trying only made the pain worse.
If Blake continued applying pressure to his chest, and continued effecting his back, he would die there.
But Blake did something, unexpected, he got off of him.
Alex was literally at Blake's mercy; the rest of the battle was taking place a little ways away and were not paying attention to the fight that just took place.
Tai was leading another bunch of troops in an orderly fashion; soon Blake's army would have the remaining Rebels completely circled.
End chapter