The Army

Before them was a sea of monsters. They were different from the monsters that they had fought before: Organised, well equipped, and there were thousands of them. Their boots clunking and grinding as they march. The sounds echoing around the valley. The first group to approach was a group of orcs armed with spears and swords. They group charged with the swordsmen at the front and the spearmen at the back. Koto jumped forward into the group his knives held upside down. He leaped onto an orc lodging his daggers into its neck. Then setting his sights on the next one he leaped again his arms above his head making his body an arch. But before he could land a spear jammed into his armour pushing him to the ground. The blow pushed him into the snow pulling him down to the orcs feet. He was at the mercy of the orcs. As they raised their weapons arrows flew into their heads. Then two blades whirled around like a tornado spreading their purple blood around like a fountain. Then a helix of fire knocked away the rest. Koto looked up to see not the twisted faces of orcs but the smiling faces of his comrades.

The group pulled Koto up and once again faced the wall of monsters. As they focused on the enemy above them a deafening screech came from above. It was a pack of wyverns with goblins riding them. Remy and John started to shoot them down. John was already glowing with the unique golden light. Then as the party focused above an ogre walked towards them holding a giant battle axe. In the hail of knives and arrows wyverns dropped down creating a wall of corpses. The sun was blocked by their leathery wings and soon the entire sky was infested by the flying rat-like creatures. John and Remy were overwhelmed by the swarm of birds. Some began to break through landing behind the two knights. These were left to Koto who was running around jumping from corpse to corpse frantically trying to protect them. Meanwhile Hiro and Badurad focused on the ogre. Its footsteps made the ground shake. Hiro and Badurad were so in sync that all it took was a glance and they followed their training. They rushed forward at blinding speed swords at hand slicing the cutting through the achilles tendon forcing the ogre to his knees. Then leaping forward from behind Hiro cut off the ogre's hand making him drop the axe. Hiro somersaulted through the air making his blade part of the wheel rushing it down and cutting in a fluid movement. Meanwhile badurad jumped onto the ogres arm and jumped off in front of the monster's neck. He nextended his arm flames flowing down the blade fitting around it. He then pulled the sword across the ogre's neck. But as the sword met the ogre's skin the flames flickered and disappeared making his sword fall down missing the target and scratching the ogre's chest. Taking advantage of this opportunity the ogre crossed his left arm punching Badurad and pushing him into the side of the valley. His body fell to the floor being embraced by the cold snow. He couldn't breathe, only watching as the ogre crawled over to Hiro who was lying in the snow after his attack. Badurad strained and struggled to move, watching as the Ogre closed in on Hiro. Badurad managed to stretch out his right hand concentrating everything he had into one blast of flame, his hand burning from the fire charging in his muscles. He stretched out his index finger and middle finger concentrating everything into the tip of his fingers pushing through the pain controlling all his might. Until it all left flames flared out of the tip of his fingers a solid beam of light exploding from his hand sailing through the battlefield, Through the falling corpses and through the head of the ogre standing over Hiro. The ogre slumped to the floor. Badurad blacked out in the middle of the fight.

He woke up shortly and looked up at his friends who were coated in blood, their armour a canvas of purple and blue as they cut down hordes of goblins, blood spraying from their blades. Badurad pushed himself up by his sword, raising his left hand to the sky, conjuring thousands of flaming arrows as he had done in his battle against the Demi Giant. But as he did the flames flickered and disappeared making Badurad wince in pain. Forgetting the magic issue he took his sword and rushed to Hirop's side slicing and slashing at the goblins as they ran forward in hordes climbing over one another trying desperately to break through. Their faces distort with anger and rage. When they got close their beady eyes and toothless mouths contorted in sadistic joy. One of the goblins broke through and jabbed his dagger into Badurad's arm before being picked off by Remy. Badurad wincing at the pain activated his Demonic armour plating forming around his body. His eyes turned the distorted red and black. His speed increased dramatically and he rushed into the sea of tiny green goblins cutting them down so fast his sword couldn't be seen. After ten minutes of relentless stabbing at the faceless mob the army of goblins was finished. The rivers of blood washed around their boots lapping at their legs like a hideous monster. "HAHAHAHAHAHA AS EXPECTED OF THE ONE WHO KILLED MY BROTHER I KNEW AN ARMY OF THIS SIZE WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH TO SLAY THE BLUE EYED BUTCHERER!" The voice boomed through the canyon being amplified by the acoustics. There was a familiarity about the voice like he had heard it before or something similar then from the mist and snow emerged a giant hobgoblin the size of a canyon. It loomed over the group and the piles of corpses rage emanating from it's giant body. The Hobgoblin looked down and clutched his sword.