Heartless

Chapter 60 - Part 78

Battle cries filled the air as hundreds of warriors rushed forward towards the Imperial Leigon's front lines, a sea of deafening grey-blue streaming down the gentle slope towards the battlefield as flaming projectiles were launched into the majestic city from behind Stormcloak lines, every soldier racing with tools of destruction towards the steady shield wall of the Empire's forces.

Ahead of them ran a much smaller figure, silken white hair flowing in the wind behind her as she led the masses of her army straight at the enemy, outstripping the entirety of the Stormcloaks as she pushed off from the ground in a mighty leap with fire in her movements and murder in her eyes. Men fell like playing cards to her, each surging forward with a new cry of hope to challenge her. No strikes seemed to faze her as she whirled through the ranks of Imperial Soldiers, her blades of darkness juggled from hand to hand as she turned, ducked, rolled, jumped and stabbed at her enemies.

Even as the battle raged on, one could clearly see a glowing amber aura emitting from the warrior as her eyes glowed blindingly. Arrows seemed to always miss as she waded through the enemies as though she were stepping in a shallow puddle after a light bout of rain, her foes cowering before her as the screams and cries of the dying tore through the calamity, each one almost making the warrior stop in her tracks and mourn for the individual that had uttered such a plea.

Yet she pushed onwards.

The ranks of soldiers thinned out as the female carved a bloody pathway for herself and the only other fighter that could keep up with her, the pair fighting side by side against their enemies, blocking strikes for each other. After some time fighting together, both warriors were forced to split up, though they still looked out for each other. Every time her comrade was about to be overwhelmed, the leader of the army would charge forth and protect her friend.

Thunder rumbled ominously as blinding forks of lightening stabbed at the ground, the deep grey clouds overhead finally releasing torrents of rain upon the battling armies, mixing with the blood of the battlefield and creating a river of nightmares which flowed steadily alongside the original bodies of water.

The metallic stench of blood swamped the air as the fierce battle raged on, no clear winner between the sea of blue and red. For a sweet minute, the sole warrior stopped and stood upon the battlements, watching her soldiers with pride as Imperial after Imperial fell to their blades. Soon only one thing stood in the way of a mighty army, an army of one clad in glittering glass with ebony daggers at her sides as battle raged onwards. Running forward, the magnificent warrior leapt and sank her spare pair of razor sharp daggers into the solid stone wall to her right, allowing her to flip onto the battlements and pull out her usual ebony daggers, slicing her way through Imperial soldiers to reach the lever for the drawbridge.