It was apparent that the dwindling regiment could bear the flames of the front no longer. The tides may have withdrawn from their original onslaught and the larger foe seemed to have become the prey, but those remaining seeking for some redemption could not find the heart to break away from the bridgehead. Cornered on all sides, either by steel, gunfire, or the icy waters behind, the Rus were trapped and the Lecher burdened themselves to end the battle as soon as possible. In hopes that they would be able to retreat to friendlier lands and to save whatever was left of the five armies the general had evacuated and to make certain his wishes were fulfilled. Two of his warriors among the brave fought the most fiercely, breaking the will of their enemy with their attacks that appeared inhuman. One’s bladed whips wrapped around a foe like the body of a python that severed and mangled its victim that fell amongst corpses it had preyed upon. The other hacked at flesh as he would do to lumber with a double-headed axe, atop his bear whose flesh was resistant to the sharpest steel. They ploughed through mud and snow as the skies began to rain with white ice again. The heavens opened up, powdering the bodies of the dead as the living’s joints stiffened from the draft. But neither side surrendered yet, even if it meant driving themselves to annihilation.
Light on his feet, Adam strangled and slaughtered his enemies with the maddened blades of his whips which tenaciously fought with a mind of its own. With one flick, his whips straightened like a sword, piercing and skewering the crowded Rus. With another flick and it curved, curling around anyone who was caught and ripping their bodies into seven parts. He wielded the creature unafraid that it could rebound and bite him, battling with an ease that was almost impossible to fathom. The battlefield was a place of his belonging, but to think that he had not set foot in this bloodying land ever before the war, this captain must have been trained to the limits that man could ever endure, nearing the bounds that separated him and the god of war. Eventually, he found a weakness in the lines which was although guarded with numbers, it was the perfect opportunity for his comrade to display his might. Wojsław whistled and turned his companion towards the spear wall. The figure of two monsters towered everything else at a height of over twelve feet combined. Their shadow was great and the Confederates were shaken by the sight and tremors of their aura alone. Even with spears as they braced for an attack, they did not know whether they could guard against a behemoth that was invulnerable to any weapon. The gods shunned them and did away their prayers before the bear crushed through their lines and let in the wave of Lecher who stormed past the widening gap. Joining his troops, Adam sprinted through the opening but was shortly halted beside Wojsław whose blade stopped its havoc.
Before them, a fiend stood waiting, turning around to face the two warriors who had appeared in his presence. The third general had felt their aura and the burning eifer that laid dormant yet in their blood, but he was stubbornly unmoving. He truly planned to face them when the ground began to quake. Many thought that it was the charge of the Lecher alone that caused the earth to shake however, Adam was the first notice that it was not. Looking to his feet, the snow cracked and was rattled into powder. Wojtek the bear detected from a whiff of the air that the tides were reversing.
As snow dusted his head which turned towards his flank, he felt the minute but clustered shockwaves approach. “Fuck.” Adam uttered one word, his eyes widened upon realizing.
Wojtek growled and his master was alerted of the threat from the south, traveling upstream at an immense pace that was no infantry’s. There was one answer to his question that none should need to find out. The captain hurriedly rallied his men, crying out his discovery that was relayed across the front within a minute. The few enemy who understood their language translated their woes for their soldiers to rejoice from. Steadily giving up their ground, the Aelon had to retreat, but it was far too late. The moment the captain had felt an unwanted energy course through the earth, he fled, shedding one last glance at the third general who faced his fast approaching savior.
Grinning, Aurelius stood still and muttered, “Rex…” He lowered his spear knowing that the battle was coming to a close, but it was only by coincidence that his comrade colonel had shown himself earlier than intended.
Out of a turn in the path, winding around the treeline which followed the river downstream, the hooves of horses were many. In a stream, hundreds, then thousands-strong showed themselves. The vanguard of Eos’s famed cavalry had arrived from their long march. Though winded, they were desperate to reach the place of their meeting, only to find it swarming with enemies. The sight of their struggling comrades emboldened their hearts and ushered their blades forth. Riders kicked and delved their steeds into gallop, seeing the undefended flanks of the Lecher greatly exposed. Fleeing in disgrace, the motion of the peasant army was in total withdrawal. In no formation, their morale had been shattered by the sound of the cavalry alone. Their winged hussars had been dispatched along another road with the general believing that they would fare better in the central plains, but without their presence, there was little they could do against the threat becoming disaster. Seeing that his enemy was ripe for an attack, Eos thrust his glaive onward and his men rode ahead of him, forming a spearhead before they swiftly crashed into the Aelon. The skirmishers along the ridge fired their rifles and launched their arrows in an attempt to slow the charge, but anything they did had become futile. Their army had been snapped into two parts and the force separated from the general’s camp were soon encircled by a moving wall of horses and lances. Blades were renewed with vigor pointed against their backs and though the slaughter was not seen, covered by the dust and snow, their panic was resonant. Those who were luckily protected by the hill stood in wait as if their hands have been bound, unable to fight against the flow of fate. When Adam emerged from the massacre, climbing his way to safety, his bulkier comrade was not as agile. Behind, Wojtek ran, carrying Wojsław whose eyes were set on the general. But a blade suddenly ran through his back and severed his spine. Maintaining his sight on the higher ground, the bear-keeper was toppled from his creature who had not noticed his demise for his natural instinct had overridden his mind with the thought of survival. Trampled, the great warrior that the general had cherished most was no more in an instant, swept away by the currents. Warneńczyk stared on in dismay, his head dazed from witnessing his downfall. Having felt the importance of the man he had felled in one strike, Eos tugged on his reins and halted his steed, looking over his shoulder at the dead in the sea.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFrI8pjVVP
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