Into The Storm

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Suddenly, the warlock flew up into the sky and in a flash, he shot himself towards Forthwind, plunging his sword through the wizard's chest. Forthwind snapped his head back and screamed into the sky. The world suddenly began to darken and a raging storm was formed. Lightning struck the warlock and he jerked and jarred violently as the electricity coursed through his entire body. More lightning bolts appeared and struck Wolfgrimm's army, killing a significant portion. Their corpses were quickly scattered all across the battlefield, charred and smoking. The heavens suddenly opened up and rain began to pour down heavily onto the battlefield. Forthwind continued with slaughtering his enemies, himself slowly dying. Despite the raging storm, both armies continued to fight each other. The ground quickly turned to mud and blood. Forthwind struck an enemy in the face with lightning when suddenly, his strength was gone and he collapsed to the ground. One knight went up to him, ramming his spear into his back, finishing the old man off. With no one to control the storm, it suddenly stopped, and the sky was clear once more. There was a berserker, cutting down knights like they were mere weeds. He was dressed in minimal armour, a wolf pelt hung on his back. His face was alive with insanity, his mind addled by mushrooms. Blood splatters decorated his face, marks of those that he had killed. A knight charged at him and the berserker swiftly stabbed his blade into his enemy's face, deforming it. He drew it out and swiftly executed another, slashing his throat open. Blood was splattered across his bare, scarred chest. Quickly, corpses of knights surrounded him. He executed yet another knight and twisted round, catching Rosalis in his sights. He stalked up to her, cutting down any knight that dared to face him. Rosalis killed one enemy and turned, seeing him out of the corner of her eye. She just managed to parry the attack that was sent at her. They fought each other furiously, Rosalis calculating her every move, there being no margin for error. She suddenly spun behind him and took his cape, throwing it over his head. Stepping back in front of him, she grabbed the pelt, dragging it downwards, not allowing him to gain his sight back. Suddenly, she rammed her blade through his chest and yelled in fury as she hoisted him up into the air, her blade fully protruding through his back. She put him to the ground, drawing her completely blood covered blade out and looked down at his corpse. Suddenly, something caught Rosalis' eye and she stood still in shock. Seraphina looked at her and shot her a smile. Rosalis swiftly walked up to the witch and they proceeded to fight. She swung her sword at her and Seraphina kept dodging the blade, conjuring up necromancy spells. Suddenly, two daggers of darkness appeared in her hands and they continued with their duel. Seraphina deflected an attack with one of her daggers and used the other to go in for an attack. She stabbed the dagger into Rosalis' arm and she screamed. Seraphina drew the dagger out and continued with the fight. Rosalis then seized a chance and stabbed Seraphina through the chest, instantly killing her. She drew her bloody sword out and looked down at the witch's corpse. She then swung her sword down onto the ground, decapitating her. The head rolled to the side one time and stopped. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wolfgrimm running at her from the side. She did not have a chance to react and suddenly, he collided with her. And then, the battlefield was gone. She gasped in shock as cold rainwater immediately drenched her. She looked down at the long bridge that she stood at. Looking up, she saw a huge palace at the end of the bridge, far away. Surrounding the palace and bridge, were tens of defensive towers. There was a furious storm all around her and she was surrounded by a stormy sea. Docked at the palace was a humongous trireme, swaying dangerously in the storm, fastened down by a 27-ton anchor. It looked like it was going to shipwreck itself at any given moment. Suddenly lightning struck the ocean and thunder cracked like the roar of a cannon. Rosalis turned around and saw Wolfgrimm, his face and armour splattered with mud and dried blood. He backed away from her, his arms spread out, his mouth twisted in a psychotic smile.

"Welcome to Doyeya!" He announced loudly, having to be heard over the raging storm. Rosalis looked around, trying to figure out how she had travelled to Doyeya in the blink of an eye. She turned around and saw a man standing behind her. He merely stood in place, not seeming to mind the rain that was soaking right through his cloak. "Of course!" Wolfgrimm said, as if he had just remembered something. "I forgot to introduce my teleporter!"

Rosalis took her sword and went to stab the teleporter.

"Need I remind you of the consequences?!" He said. "If you kill him, then we will both be stuck on Doyeya forever!"

Rosalis turned around and looked at her enemy, fury in her eyes. Roaring, she ran at him, both of her hands on her sword. Wolfgrim quickly drew his sword out and they proceeded to fight. Rosalis kept fighting him, her enemy seeming to be unstoppable from the effect of the mushrooms. The knight was suddenly brought to the ground and began to roll towards the edge of the bridge, almost slipping into the raging sea. Wolfgrimm swung his sword down onto her and she rolled away, dodging the attack. She got up and continued with the fight and dodged another attack. Wolfgrimm's sword just managed to scratch her armour. He suddenly disarmed her, her sword flying from her grip, landing onto the bridge. He slashed down at her, delivering the killing blow, but Rosalis put her armoured hand up, stopping the sword with her gauntlet. Wolfgrimm dislodged the blade and she looked at the huge hole in her armour. Without waiting for anything else, she took a few paces backwards and picked up her sword once more, continued with the fight. She pierced her sword through Wolfgrimm's plackart, wounding his chest. Suddenly, she delivered a brutal punch to his face, knocking him out cold. He collapsed onto the bridge and did not move, blood running from his nose. Rosalis snapped round to the teleporter. She strode up to him, just as furious as the storm. "Bring us back!" She demanded as she stood mere feet away from him. He did not say anything and merely stared at her as the rainwater poured off his drenched face. Rosalis slashed her sword at him, but he was already gone. She turned around and slashed again, but he teleported away once more. Rosalis suddenly slashed her sword behind her, stooping low at the same time. The teleporter screamed and collapsed to the ground as his foot was cut off. Rosalis dug the point of her blade to the teleporter's neck. "Bring us back!" She shouted once more, attempting to get her message across. The teleporter grabbed both Rosalis and Wolfgrimm and teleported them back to the battlefield of Frinnor. Without hesitation, Rosalis killed the teleporter, ramming her blade into his chest. She stabbed her sword down onto Wolfgrimm, going for her main target, but the blade only hit a large stain of blood. Wolfgrimm was gone. Rosalis roared in abject fury, veins pulsing in her forehead. The sorcerers had retreated, but it wasn't without the necromancers' losses. Edmund cut down another enemy and looked around at the battlefield, seeing that his army was quickly being decimated, corpses of knights everywhere. He swept his hand forward and the pikemen advanced towards their enemies. Wolfgrimm also commanded his army, unseen in the mess. Both sides pointed their 15 foot pikes at their enemies and began to slowly advance towards each other. One knight gasped and collapsed to the ground as a speartip pierced his throat. Another had a speartip stabbed into his face, killing him instantly. Suddenly, both sides charged at each other and a pike battle ensued. One knight was brought to the ground as a pike was whacked into his plackart, causing his feet to fly under him. His enemy delivered no mercy to him as he stabbed the pike down onto him. Another knight was suddenly stabbed through the head, the speartip protruding through his skull, dripping with blood. Edmund fought on, trying to not get impaled by the hundreds of pikes. He watched helplessly as a knight of his was suddenly decapitated. He had no choice.

"Fall back!" He yelled as loudly as he could. "Fall back!"

One by one, the army obeyed.