“It looks like we don’t know how to play nice now do we?” Her voice turned back to the silky smooth tone it had once been before, though the guards were not fooled at all. Jorelia, however, did not give a reply at all to the man who had just saved her life. Her patience continued to thin at them, seeing as they would not back down now, instead, they would have to fight their way through.
The sword that rested in the scabbard at Jorelia’s side had a blue mist around the large blade, which slowly became more visible as the girl pulled it out with one hand, though had it in both of her hands within a second, standing in her battle stance ready for battle.
At this one movement, all of the Death Knights behind her had done the same, including Darion that had still stood at the side. The hungry carnivore dragon stood on its hind legs, the wings spreading out as its back arched and mouth opened, roaring to the darkened skies that had already shown signs of deaths and blood ahead.
While the dragon roared in future victory, the Death Knights all began charging forward to meet the guards weapons, crying out for blood and murder as Jorelia stood behind until all of them had gone forward, shoving past the gates and into New Avalon.
Her mist eyes looked to the dragon that was ready for battle. Jorelia looked to Darion, who just gave her a nod of his head before taking charge after the others for the girl to take flight on the beast.
“Come now, deary,” Jorelia spoke to the dragon, grasping onto the saddle to hop back on, grabbing at the reins again. “Time to feast.”
Pulling the reins set the dragon flying into the sky, and then hovered over New Avalon. On the ground, Jorelia could see citizens pointing to the dragon and at the Death Knights charging through, setting the town up in flames of nightmares. From the screams of pain, to the screams of loss, the Death Knights all cheered at the blood stains on the ground, even if it was their own.
Soldiers and guards from both sides fought until their own deaths for their rights, and beliefs. In hopes, someone, or something, would come and save them. Many lay on the ground, trying to heal themselves, while some lay already dead.
Jorelia watched the fight, enjoying the front view of the soldier that spoke out against her before, had been fighting one of the Death Knights. The young man, that most likely was in his early twenties, if even that, had blood splattered on his face, and by the look of the tears dripping down, it had been his fallen comrade’s blood.
Death had been spread throughout the town already, while darkness rose and fell even with the sun still high in the sky. The easiness of killing these people did not satisfy Jorelia’s hope for something in return. What would earn her a reward then?
A scream rose from the battlefield as a young woman appeared just outside of a small cabin, two children by her side. A boy, and a girl, both looking to be around the same age as each other. The woman, however, looked to be around the same age as the young soldier. A wife, Jorelia presumed before the dragon took control, bulleting down lower until his jaws almost snapped onto the three citizens.
“No! Don’t kill them!” The young soldier came running to the rescue as Jorelia pat on the dragon’s head to calm him down. Jorelia’s blonde hair curved perfectly around her face and shoulders as her head turned to meet the man’s gaze.
“Oh? And why should I not kill them?” Her voice was softer than before, an act of mercy was on her face, though her mind and heart did not do the same.
“Please, leave them be. Just… Just kill me instead.” He pleaded, throwing down his sword in defeat, the tears running down his face like a rush of water, racing for the ocean. “But you must leave them, and this town.” His voice was shaking, though the emotion behind it was strong.
