It's eerie just how quiet hundreds of people can be when waiting in anticipation.
The only sounds that could be heard as they waited on the pirate's troops to show was the wind blowing and birds chirping.
Looking around Ryder could see everyone lined up at their stations, ready to fight.
There were a dozen cannons, each manned by three people, likely for easier maneuvering and loading.
Waiting lined up in groups are the frontliners, set to charge in once the enemies get close enough.
Ryder lets out a shaky, anxious breath as he stares out at the battlefield, awaiting the inevitable battle.
It was a bit ridiculous in his mind, feeling this way over this particular battle, yet he wasn't nearly as afraid of the lord hunter.
His nerves were so on edge that everything seemed louder, clearer, sharper even... even the breeze on his face felt more direct than normal.
Each deep breath feeling like a sharp cold sting on his lungs, it was eerie just how much more vibrant and vivid everything felt.
Everything down to the last stitch in his gloves was now fully apparent, it was all becoming too much.
A soft hand ends up resting on his shoulder, looking over he sees Oto standing there looking back at him, a calm determination in his eyes.
"Just relax, we're all here in case things go bad, you'll be fine."
With a solemn nod Ryder returns his attention back to the field, the air around him feeling... different.
As the air shifted it alerted him, served as a warning and made him tighten his grip on the handle of his sword.
"They're here."
Oto quickly moved up to his side, looking for any sign of troops, not seeing a single thing. Though about to give up, a tiny bit of movement catches his attention.
There, in the distance, coming up on the battlefield were dozens of mindless soldiers stomping up to fight.
"THEY'RE HERE!" Oto yells out to all the troops, seeming to be the only other one to notice.
His voice roars through the silence, catching everyone's attention causing them to snap forward, looking at the oncoming battle.
Easily spotting the approaching mindless soldiers the groups prepare for first contact, aiming the cannons and readying extra ammunition.
Aranaea steps forward raising her hand up, waiting for the troops to get closer, a fierce look of determination burned into her eyes.
Halberd in hand she stared down the enemy, awaiting the perfect moment, the threat growing closer by the second.
What was once a quiet rumbling grew louder and louder by the second, turning into a thunderous stampede as the sea of husks became apparent, shaking most to their core.
How could they fight a mob of this size? It'd be impossible!
They were easily outnumbered!
"NOW! GIVE THEM HELL!" Aranaea's voice roared out, easily topping the sound of thunderous footsteps as she pointed her halberd at the enemies.
Without a second thought the cannons began blasting off, explosions echoing left and right as the cannonballs flew over Aranea, heading into the hordes of Husks, easily blasting holes in the sea of enemies.
Though it slowed them down the troops were still rushing right for Aranea without pause, though she didn't falter, instead holding her ground as she put her Halberd out in front of her, readying herself for battle.
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Astral Flow
FantasyA world in its dying days, the end of the world being held back by a powerful lord, death and decay slowly overtaking the world. That was the premise for the new full dive game anyways, one inspired by RPGs of the past. An interesting enough premi...
