After their decisive victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria's army crosses the border to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance.
In spite of their newfound a...
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Trigger warnings: abusive relationship, human experimentation, dubious consent (due to manipulation), death and murder, violence, war, depression and trauma, graphic sex scene(s)
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Fennrin took a deep breath as more soldiers rushed at him, fear in their eyes as he raised his arm. Fennrin would feel bad for them if not for how often he did this now. The fear almost fueled him in a way.
Before they could get close enough to stab him, he clenched his hand into a fist, breaking their necks in such a quick succession that their deaths were almost instantaneous. Fennrin didn't watch their bodies fall to the grassy ground, already moving to his next target on the battlefield and killing more, Lys-Akkaria's soldiers easily recognizable by their new armor and weapons Fennrin and Ainreth had made. They were practically shining in the morning sun, the lightforged plating incredibly reflective.
Lys-Akkaria was already about to win, Orinovo's soldiers pushed back, no matter what they did, their attempt at creating barricades failing immediately when Fennrin ripped their shadows apart.
Orinovo already had a name for him, after these two months of losing to Lys-Akkaria at every turn—Notsisyk. Or Nightrazer, in Akkarian. Fennrin had been upset to hear that he'd gained such a dark nickname, especially next to Ainreth's Daybreaker one, but after finding out the Lys-Akkarian soldiers seemed to like it, seeing it as a badge of honor, Fennrin had accepted it, too.
Having killed every enemy near him, Fennrin turned around, finding Ainreth burning his way through a crowd of Orinovan soldiers, sending his too-bright light at them in an arch, forcing them to uselessly try to shield themselves from it.
When Fennrin saw Ain finish the soldiers off, was about to turn his attention to pushing Orinovo back, deeper into their own territory, but then he noticed two archers, fairly far away. But even then he could tell they were about try to shoot Ainreth. He wasn't fast enough to stop them from letting their arrows fly, but he was quick enough to grab their shadows mid-flight, turning them around and throwing them back at their owners, stabbing them both with them.
Fennrin nodded at Ainreth then, about to join the fray again, only stopped by Ainreth's red face and dazed expression. The lightweaver seemed to recover quickly though, grinning at Fennrin.
"Thanks, liri! I owe you one."
Fennrin snorted, running to a group of their soldiers fighting Orinovo's, making short work of them when he reached them, though not short enough to save all of people. One of Lys-Akkaria's soldiers went down, having been run through with a sword, before Fennrin could have reached them.
He grimaced but kept going, knowing there were many more to help and fight. Orinovo had very quickly realized that they couldn't let Lys-Akkaria attack at night, given that then Fennrin was nearly unstoppable, which was unfortunate. It would make things a lot easier, and no good people would have to die during these battles.
