“Can you possibly hear those fools from here?” Hearthgon asked skeptically. “Yes, they are planning on going around that flank there, it’s where our forces were weakest last time, they count on this now. Taking that flank would be most beneficial for them, taking it would mean that they’d be able to completely flank our forces, dividing our attention, forcing us to fight on two fronts.” Oathbreaker replied, ears twitching rapidly enough to gain a musical rhythm from the piercings in them. “Very well, when the battle starts, let’s let them think they have that advantage, but move in they try to take that flank.” Hearthgon said finally. Seconds later, a flag ascended beyond enemy grounds, not that of a human nation, but that of the church of golden blessings. “They’re backed by those religious freaks, hold your positions but be cautious!” Heathgon shouted, losing all pretenses of trying to trick his enemy, knowing what had been said about them when Rue left. “Fool, those things on the other side won’t stop simply because their plans have been spoiled, they’ll only fight dirtier and more recklessly.” Oathbreaker muttered, shaking her head to clear the doubt from it. Horns sounded from across the field signalling the enemy's charge. “Hold your ground, we are protecting this place, not turning it into a warzone!” Hearthgon shouted. Not before however, a shiny being flew out of his ranks to meet the enemy’s charge, followed by a small group of five others.
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Fearless
Ficción GeneralThe dangers of a world bound in cruel religious doctrine become lessons in bravery.
