Dypes The Soul Keeper. (2)

Chapter 16: Light

Greatly outnumbered the last eight mage stood valiantly against the endless waves of knights storming through the broken Gord gate. Their one and only goal was to buy time for escaping mage and protect Haya as he channel mana into his great spell. Even with such odds the mage had high moral they knew escape was gone, they knew getting through this experience alive was a fruitless thought. What they did now was for the many not for the few that stood together. They kept together huddled as one would protect the other as they channelled mana into spells and protected each other. The only person who really was on the offensive was Newt as the others were just protecting themselves from the stroke of the sword.

A thrust of white impaled one of the mage, blood spewed from his mouth and a scream followed. Ripping the sword out the knight pushed on towards another mage.

“Keep pushing fools!” Barked Haya as a knight approached him.

As the knight raised his sword he was shot back as a great ball of flame hit his side.

“About time!” praised Haya as more mana left his body and entered the air.

“This is harder than it looks mummy!” Barked back one of the fighting mage.

“Less chatting more fighting, this isn’t a time for debates.” Newt shouted as he sliced down on the arm off a knight.

A great beam of light shown down from the crimson sky and hit the very gates, everything running in erupted into a cloud of red smoke and their armour hit the ground. As soon as it was shining it was gone.

“That’s it, I can’t keep it up any longer” puffed Haya as he released his hands and the spell cancelled. Looking at the grim situation as waves of knights stormed towards Haya and the last guarding mage. “Newt operation exodus is now in effect!”

Turning and looking at his companions Newt knew what to do. Running back he grabbed a few mage unable to walk any longer and burst forward away from the gates. “We have bought enough time, time to join the fray elsewhere.” The other mage followed him while Haya stood his ground as an onslaught of knights charged him. Newt and the others didn’t look back they continued to run through the streets of Gord towards anywhere that needed them.

A smirk on his blind face Haya pulled his arm back as if ready to punch. “Do any of you understand the power of light?” no answer was giving doubt anyone could hear what Haya was saying as they approached him. “I shall show you.” Stepping forward and punching his right fist into the air at the enemy a great light shown, blinding everyone in front of him. No sound came after that. No explosion no screams. Just blinding light. People scrambled trying to regain their eye sight. The ones closest to Haya now blind their eyes melted. Standing still Haya looked at the devastation. His right arm gone lost in the attack. The area he aimed at also gone. A great valley was now in front of him. It stretched for miles. A great line it even went through the thick walls of Gord. What lay their now was a hole many times bigger than any building. The knights who stood there now gone. Lost to the endless light. A few who were in-between the attack and safey were now split in two. A clean burn cut them down so no blood escaped them. “Light is scary aint it?” Haya boasted before a light swallowed him up and he disappeared to leave a great many knight in shock at the damage he caused.

General Art stood outside the gates of Gord in the fields once green with life now muddied by thousands of soldiers and cannon wheels. He was supreme commander of the main forces for this battle. He was third in charge after King Coext and Jaq. He was a veteran of battle and new how war went. Yet he still could not believe that a large light broke through the walls of Gord and continued endless across the country. A good faction of his forces gone. The attack however only strengthened his resolve. Pointing his sword at the newly opened area of the wall he ordered his forces to charge it. Ten thousand knights were what he had at the start of the battle, three thousand entered through the gate. The victory of the knights was a sure thing and he was evident of that. Yet seeing the power of one mage made him rethink the odds of victory.

The crimson sky started to spread away and the real light of day started to shine through once again. This gave the knights a little moral boast they needed. It also meant the red light that killed everyone inside it was gone and this also helped morale a lot.

Looking around Art noticed in the distance a small group of people charging at impossible speed. They couldn’t be more than a hundred strong if that. Wearing rag tag clothes they all seemed to be confidant. Art was always proud of his eye sight it was what got him such praises as an archer. He could see the expression on all their faces. It was one of delight. Madness thought Art who would run against an army seven thousand strong with barely a hundred. A lesson would need to be taught. Taking a large bow from his back he shouted to his men to fire their arrows on his command at the rag tag charging group. A line of over two hundred all aimed their bows up at the group now getting in arrow range. A heartfelt scream from Art and the order to fire was sounded. Hundreds of arrows shot into the air and towards the group. At the very front of the group an old woman with a tired beat up expression on her face charged using the force of her walking stick to propel her forward. As the arrows closed in she changed her movements to avoid each one with ease. All the people in the group did the same some even caught the arrows with their hands and smiled.

One person however was not so lucky. The arrow clipped onto his shoulder shouting out in anger the group he was in started to laugh.

“Who know the rules, who get hit you is the vanguard!” Boomed Fure with a smile on her face. “Show them fear Gyo!”

Gyo smiled at his command and burst forward faster than anyone else. The archers all looked at disbelief at what they witnessed and Art boomed to his knights to prepare for combat. Dropping his bow he readied sword and shield. The archer’s closet to Gyo didn’t have time to change weapon. He collided with them like a bullet to flesh. Using his bare fists he broke through armour and tossed people aside like rubbish. Knights slashed at him and he avoided while countering at the same time. Some knights ended up stabbing each other as he moved so effortlessly through the crowd. A smile plastered across his face and his brown eyes wide open with excitement. Grasping the head of one knight he crushed it with his hand and threw the body at an attacking knight. As one knight slashed for his stomach he clasped his hands together to catch it and push the knight back. Gyo still holding the sword flipped it around and held it with a bit of interest.

“I have never used a sword. Let’s try it!” laughter escaped his lips as he cut through groups of people at a time, using flips and spins to avoid attacks it was a sight to behold and a sight to fear.

Fure’s laughter was increasing as she approached the main wall of knights Gyo had missed. “This will be fun!”