The Line is so Very Thin

The Battle of Divilian Mists (Part 1)

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Divilian Mists, The Dreaming City...

Three Weeks Later...

6:29 pm...

3rd POV:

Sweat dripped from his brow as he pounded his fists into the bag. His feet moved in a rhythm and the sound of the impacts were the beat.

River: "Working yourself to death?"

He held the bag as it swung around.

Drake: "More or less. What's up?"

River: "Nothing, just waiting for the fight I guess."

Drake: "Not worried I see."

River: "No, I am worried. There's a lot that I think we're missing."

Drake: "Asher doesn't even have a ghost."

River: "I've already told him not to lose himself in the battle, but I'm sure he will anyway."

Drake: "Sounds like you could use more of a brake than me... wanna try?" He motioned to the bag.

River: "What, the punching bag? I'm not a Titan."

Drake: "Listen, you may be tiny and frail... and overall just very weak..."

River: "Thin ice."

Drake: "But it does relieve a hell of a lot of stress. That's something we all need."

She shrugged and walked to him.

Drake: "Now, I know you Warlock's are used to open-palmed melee strikes, so let me teach you how to-"

River struck the bag and it disconnected from It's cords and flew to the other side of the room.

Drake did a re-run in his brain. River put both hands on her hips.

River: "Did I do it right?" She said sarcastically.

Drake: "Well uh, you certainly-"

Paige burst threw the doors to the large, marble structure.

Paige: "You two need to see this."

They glanced at each other and followed their back to the defenses near the entrance of the Confluence.

Cabal were lifting large explosive shells into artillery that rested in the closer part of the now fortified circle.

An Eliksni Spider Tank crawled on all fours to the large entrance.

The three tiered defense that they had developed as a way to thin down the massive number of enemies that stood almost four miles away from them.

Luke and Ford were standing behind a large pile of sandbags that sat behind several trenches.

They both turned to greet us.

Ford: "Good, your here."

Drake: "What's the issue?"

Luke-7: "A rather large one... that."

He pointed towards the army, but now it looked different. Instead of just a massive crowd of enemies, large guns and multiple Scorn Spider Tanks accompanied them. Taken Ogres twitched and shook where they stood. The army was no longer standing idly. No, both the Taken and Scorn were building.

Drake: "But how? I thought they didn't have free will?"

Luke-7: "Which is why I believe a commander is directing them or Xivu Arath herself."