[FireHeart - Exploring Worlds of Fantasy] 18.104.22.168. Fight AnotherDay - Part 2
Sir Heinrich looks around and sees his troops shaking, trembling, as though seeing Death face-to-face. They are exhausted from fighting those monsters, and now, facing this multitude makes them feel all strength leaving them instantly.
No ultimatum, no pre-battle duels, no time to waste. Arachus shouts to all troops, ‘ARCHERS! ALL ARTILLERY! SHOOT AT WILL!’
Hearing that, Heinrich also shouts, ‘NOW! SHOOT THOSE BASTARDS! HOW DARE THEY SWORE TO DEVOUR US AND MAKE US UNDEAD! ALL THEY’RE GOING TO EAT ARE ARROWS.’ Nöac then shouts, ‘VANGUARDS! TOWERS! RAMS! FORWARD, MARCH!’
The infantry marches, closing into three gates at once with the projectile coverage. Buildings and walls break. A siege tower gets hit by a boulder, smashing into pieces with all the Sylvanians inside.
Also shot from the city are giant iron balls, pride of Borgian defense. The balls hit the marching orcs, squashing them like bugs and doesn’t stay there. It rolls downhill, trampling, flattening more orcs all the way to the front until they stop in the moat. Magic bolts and cannonballs also contribute for the defenders’ advantage.
The city wall is smashed here and there. Archers and soldiers fall from it like dry leaves in autumn. The Dark loses much more men than the defenders, but their numbers are still far superior. They build bridges and fill the moat with the stones and logs of wood they bring, and with bodies and carcasses of the fallen. Soon afterwards, many ladders and siege towers reach the wall. Dawn is breaking, the rain has stopped, and the close combat has begun.
Obviously enough, the tide turns in favor of the attackers. Things get worse when suddenly the air units, namely winged demons, wyvern riders, giant bats, harpies and sorts. The leader of the air squad, the Succubus Queen shoots a dark blast of Dark Disintegration, destroying a cannon tower, making it explode into rubbles.
Ivor is smashing a goblin’s head into pulp when he sees that, and before he gives the order, the gyropters have returned into action. They launch bombs and shoots iron balls with their rifles, but even with the aid from Airship Aurora they are greatly overwhelmed by the Dark’s air superiority.
On the other side, the demonic general Nöac climbs the southwest wall quickly and easily with his spider legs. The soldiers try to shoot him and drop bombs at him, but the arrows and iron balls can’t penetrate his armor, and he dodges the bombs by moving from side-to-side, asserting his great ability. An archer gets a clear shot on him, but he leaps all the way to the top and thrust his Carrion Lance through that poor man like shish-kebab.
Seeing this, Sir Heinrich Ratzinger dashes to help his comrades and intercepts Nöac, the latter now rampaging with his super-speed move, moving like a shadow, thrusting his targets one-by-one without injuring his own troops. The move, Skewering Shadows goes on before a great sword parries it.
The Spider Demon General takes a closer look. Sir Heinrich swipes his sword, pushing himself away from his opponent and makes a stance, ready to make his next move.
‘O-ho,’ says Nöac, standing casually, playing with his lance, ‘You parried my attack. Quite impressive. Tell me your name, knave.’
‘Heinrich Ratzinger, a KNIGHT of Borgia, Commander of this defense army. You might want to remember it on your way to the Land of the Dead.’
To this, Nöac laughs. ‘Ha-ha! Such a sound boast from a mere knave. I am Nöac, Spawn of Vordac, the Black Prince. You certainly must remember this because today you will face Sodomos in hell.’
‘Oh, great, so we will both go there together then. Prepare yourself!’ ‘O-ho, been there, done that. In fact, I’m ready to send you and this pathetic city to oblivion,’ says the Black Prince, pointing his lance to his opponent.
Heinrich roars and charges towards the enemy, shouting, ‘SO, LET’S BEGIN!’