Post by Whitehawk on Aug 30, 2014 19:20:45 GMT -6
The young mage sighed as he snapped his fingers, sending yet another bolt of electricity from his fingertips to the men ahead of him. This was such a pointless battle, and extremely easy. The banners of the enemy were all around him, along with the bloodied, charred, and simply devastated bodies. He had hardly even moved during the battle, and only one man had gotten close enough to him for him to dodge an attack. It was truly pointless to bring a mage into a battle that had no other magic-wielding fighters, as it made it completely one-sided. No wonder most of the other kingdoms hated his own leader.
The group of men and women ahead of him were the last of the enemy in this zone. The men in his squad cheered behind him, but he silently looked at the people he had just slaughtered. One looked no older than eighteen, and his corpse wouldn't even be sent back to his family back in Roth. Instead he, like every other fallen warrior on the field, would be picked at by ravens and vultures, and even picked at by the other people for valuable armor, weapons, or even money. Sick creatures, all of them. That's why Mordecai hated working with anyone but his four Companions. Mankind was too greedy and arrogant for his liking.
He could hear generals and squad captians yelling orders at the men of the Lanchester armies. The battle was over, and now it was time to report back to Fort Hellfire. Well, not for Mordecai. He would have to join the other four and continue on with the mission. They would have to retrieve the information from the reserves of the Rothen army further in the south. He ordered his squard to report back to their assigned General, and moved on, trying not to bolt them with electricity as they made jokes about the dead men and women around them all.
He got onto his horse, a beautiful black mare with gray and white speckles, and began to gallop off for Zone A, otherwise known as the Ridged Plains. Hopefully Alysia's battle would be over. Having to sit through another blood bath was the last thing he wanted to do that day. Thankfully as he rode over the hills of Zone A he failed to see any fighting, or hear any bloody screams. The battle had probably ended a while ago. That'd mean Alysia would nag him about being late, which also meant he'd have to brace himself for a near-deadly punch to the gut. With a sigh he snapped the reigns and sent his horse down the hill. One day he'd actually be prepared to talk to his Companions, but that day was not today.
The group of men and women ahead of him were the last of the enemy in this zone. The men in his squad cheered behind him, but he silently looked at the people he had just slaughtered. One looked no older than eighteen, and his corpse wouldn't even be sent back to his family back in Roth. Instead he, like every other fallen warrior on the field, would be picked at by ravens and vultures, and even picked at by the other people for valuable armor, weapons, or even money. Sick creatures, all of them. That's why Mordecai hated working with anyone but his four Companions. Mankind was too greedy and arrogant for his liking.
He could hear generals and squad captians yelling orders at the men of the Lanchester armies. The battle was over, and now it was time to report back to Fort Hellfire. Well, not for Mordecai. He would have to join the other four and continue on with the mission. They would have to retrieve the information from the reserves of the Rothen army further in the south. He ordered his squard to report back to their assigned General, and moved on, trying not to bolt them with electricity as they made jokes about the dead men and women around them all.
He got onto his horse, a beautiful black mare with gray and white speckles, and began to gallop off for Zone A, otherwise known as the Ridged Plains. Hopefully Alysia's battle would be over. Having to sit through another blood bath was the last thing he wanted to do that day. Thankfully as he rode over the hills of Zone A he failed to see any fighting, or hear any bloody screams. The battle had probably ended a while ago. That'd mean Alysia would nag him about being late, which also meant he'd have to brace himself for a near-deadly punch to the gut. With a sigh he snapped the reigns and sent his horse down the hill. One day he'd actually be prepared to talk to his Companions, but that day was not today.
