Against all odds (The Pack)

Chapter 1

Warnings: Blood and Death

     ~???'s P.O.V.~

     The sound of horses hooves, thundering over the plains, could be heard from miles away. A sea of white lead by the man on the single black horse in front washed over the dips and small hills, sending up clouds of dust and dirt. To my left, and to my right, it's like looking at clones. Our cavalry, 100 men and women strong, each have a white steed, a full set of iron armour, a shield bearing our symbol- an evoker, either an iron sword or bow, and multiple potions attached to a sash across the chest, as well as a belt. Myself included. The man in front however, bears a full set of diamond armour, two diamond swords, a bow, a black horse, a shield, and again multiple potions. He's the leader of our fleet, leading us into the fifth battle this week. It's a miracle I'm still alive.

     As our stampede of horses and knights storm over the next hill, the looming structure of the Rouge kingdom climbs into view. The entire fortress is made up of cracked old stone, and at first glance it might seem like some old run down abandoned castle. But despite its looks, the Rouge kingdom is not to be underestimated. It's filled with the most violent of people, with absolutely no honour whatsoever. All they care about is winning, no matter what the cost may be. Even if they have to sacrifice some of their own. The thought of it disgusts me and I wrinkle my nose, moving a hand to palm the handle of my sword, ready to draw it at a moments notice.

     Gazing ahead our commander makes a series of hand motions, silently ordering us to split into three; divide and conquer. A third break off and bank off to the right, another third to the left, leading myself and a handful of others charging the fortress head on. The Rouge Knights know we're coming, that's a given considering the deafening sound of many horses. But even still the lot of us let our an angry battle cry to announce ourselves, swords and bows held high as the Rouge kingdoms own troops rush to meet us halfway.

     As soon as the first two swords clash, each of us are jumping off our horses, running on foot into battle as the horses double back and start galloping back home. They'd been trained to do so- to us their only use is a faster way of transportation. They only slowed us down in actual fights.

     Arrows fly through the air, downing men by the second on either side. Potions from our side soon start whizzing away too, poison, harming, weakness, and slowness pelting the enemy whereas strength, swiftness, invisibly, and jump boost are splashed on ourselves. I stab a few guys here and there, bloodying my sword, but my main focus is darting around through the crowd and chucking healing and regen potions at the injured troops from my side. I'm a healer for my kingdom, along with a few others. In the 100 Knights we sent out today, 15 were healers, including myself. The one leading our group, Jasper, is one of the six mages in our entire kingdom. 1 being our ruler, and the other 5 including Jasper leading fleets into battle. Jasper is killing off people left and right, steamrolling anyone who dares step in his way.

     "You six!" Jasper's low gravely voice rings out, towards myself and five other warriors. "Come with me, we're taking the fortress head on."

     I only feel a moment of nervousness before I push the useless emotion aside, shouldering my way through the thick of the battle and following Jasper through the main entrance to the kingdom.

     Some of our troops are already in there, crowing the streets as the seven of us jump directly into the battle. Many bodies already litter the ground, blood staining the dirt, but I duck under the arrows and blows, popping up behind my own troops and splashing them with rejuvenating potions, and giving us the upper hand once more. A sword flies unexpectedly towards my head, but thanks to my helmet, it does significantly less damage than it might have. I whirl around, my gleaming iron sword cutting through the mans chestplate, and drawing blood. Taking the moment he gasps in pain to my advantage, I plunge my sword deep into his gut, twisting it before pulling it out and returning to help my own teammates.