The Raven: Prince of Iron and Blood.

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As Kara struggled to right herself, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. A group of figures clad in silver armour were advancing through the trees, their weapons gleaming in the flickering light.

The archers, stationed at the hill's crest, had found their range. Their arrows rained down upon the winged assailants, felling them like dark leaves from a storm-tossed tree. The Ravens, unable to dodge the rain of death from above, began to break rank, their fear of the humans' weaponry overcoming their natural instincts.

Vakarė spurred his horse into the fray, his men following his lead. The momentum of the battle shifted as the cavalry surged forward, cutting a swath through the enemy. The archers' arrows continued to rain down, and the sound of clashing steel grew louder.

As she swept above the battlefield, a group of Ravens rallied around her, each willing to embrace death in the name of their kin.

Artemir soared above the fray, his crimson eyes gleaming with fury. He wheeled through the air, diving and weaving against the silver-tipped orchestra of death below him.

Drawing closer, his ethereal power surged. With a simple flick of his wrist, the ground beneath the archers trembled. They froze in place, their hearts pounding, eyes wide with disbelief as he summoned the very forces of nature to bend to his will. One by one, the bowmen were uprooted from the ground, an invisible grip seizing them with a force far greater than any binding spell known to man.

With a mischievous grin, the male Raven raised his arms high and, like throwing pebbles into a lake, he launched them into the air. The warriors soared upward, bewildered and helpless, their screams echoing through the trees, mingling with the rustling leaves in the swirling sunlight. Time seemed to slow as they hung suspended in the air, their armour glinting before gravity reclaimed them.

As they fell-bodies stunning from the heavens-the Raven merely watched, a smirk adorning his lips. He watched as they fell one by one, landing with a thunderous crash, a gust of earth erupting around them. Wings beating rhythmically, pushing him skyward just as another human collapsed, face twisted in shock and horror. The scent of iron mingled with the earthy aroma of freshly turned soil, creating an intoxicating mix that heightened the senses.

Humans fell like autumn leaves, and in the frenzy, the Ravens descended upon their enemies with an unfathomable grace-a dance of death in the twilight. Each swoop and dive delivered lethal strikes, each claw a dagger of despair. A soldier raised his axe to cleave a Raven in two, but before he could take aim, a taloned hand pierced through his throat, silencing his battle cry forever.

Artemir felt the tension coil in his muscles as he dove towards the knights below, his sword flashing in the early light. The Ravens swooped and darted, their movements fluid and deadly, while the humans swung their weapons with brute force. One crashed head-first into a battalion and thirteen men lay crippled on the earth.

Artemir spotted the human commander of the damned bowmen, his banners fluttering proudly amidst the carnage. He was a giant of a man, his armour adorned with the insignia of a phoenix head. Artemir knew that this was the key to victory-strike at the heart of the beast and the body would fall. He veered away from the main fray, his eyes locked on the silver-armoured man.

Vakarė noticed the approach, his own eyes narrowing. He bellowed orders, and a contingent of his finest knights peeled off to meet the Raven threat. Artemir's heart raced as the gap between them closed, each flap of his wings bringing him closer. The human knights formed a protective barrier around their leader, their lances pointing skyward like a deadly thicket. Artemir 's wings sliced through the air as he weaved through the deadly forest, his eyes never leaving the human's. The commander's sneer was wiped away as Artemir blazed through the carnage-right toward him in a shattering force. He was dive-bombing.