"Ugh" "Puchi" The soldiers of Barnabeth despite their advantage in number are at a disadvantage. They were outmatched by the loyalist house Dupont.
Seamless cooperation and better experience in the battlefield, prove effective against the conscripted men of Lotar.
Barnabeth approached the battlefield where his brother is fighting his last stand. Glee and jubilation overwhelmed his mind.
This high son of house Dupont is about to be trampled by the peasantry. He can fight and fight all he wants, but it's just a matter of time before death came, dragging him to the pits of hell.
His smile widened as at this moment he felt true happiness. 'Ah, soon! Just a little more. No one can contest my claims anymore.'
He watches as his bowmen now placed their stakes on the ground. A trap for the charging mercenary cavalry. The moment they came to support Larg. They fall head first to the ground as his bowmen, shoot arrows into their hapless bodies.
Waving his towards the person beside him. A horn sounded as the ballistas which have stopped firing now being reloaded once more.
Then, as he was romanticizing himself. The sound of men screaming came to his ears, and a metallic smell wafted through the air.
"AHHHH!" "UGHHH!"
Screams echoed around Larg.
Slashing his blade around himself, the men who were surrounding him now fell to the ground. Instantly, four to five men were incapacitated.
*Swoosh* *Swoosh*
His figure swiftly traversed a short distance as he began rampaging against Barnabeth's troops.
A thin bronze film now cover his entire being. With dead serious eyes he looked around him and muttered. "You forced me…"
At the sight of this Barnabeth's eyes widened 'BRONZE KNIGHT!?!'
His very being now screamed for him to run. Too close! Too close! Larg is too close!
Worry appears in his heart as his personal guards are the only obstacle blocking Larg from reaching him. He had seen Alex dispose of monsters before. His strength and speed, beyond a normal human's comprehension. A bronze knight can only be countered by a group of highly coordinated men, or a formation of men.
At the moment he doesn't have either.
'Damn! How come this bastard became a Bronze Knight?!' Barnabeth turned his horse as his few remaining guards followed him.
He needs to get far enough from Larg, by then his men can wear him out and deal with him. It's unwise to be so close to a super human. Especially one that can kill you despite the protection you possess. One should get as far away as possible, specially him a commander of the army. But alas…
Larg saw him…
"BARNABETH!!!!" A roar, filled with rage and fury, shook those trying to attack Larg. Gone was the panic from before, now what is left is bloodlust.
The once peaceful bronze film around him now pulsating, showing its users' extremely agitated state.
He dashed as he slashed his sword. Dividing the men in front of him horizontally.
The loyalist of house Dupont hearing Larg's shout. Disengaged their foes, as their plate armor and helm blocked the sword and spears coming for them.
They waved their blades againts their attackers, the moment the men before them fell, they tried to pursue Larg on his hunt for Barnabeth.
Larg picked up a spear from one of Barnabeth's right wing reserve guards. Aiming it up high as he pulled his arms and threw it a far.
*Swoosh* *Puchi*
Barnabeth's mount was hit in its hind leg. Tumbling and falling as its rider rolled ahead of it.
"Cough, cough" Barnabeth was disoriented from his fall. His helm removed from his head as blood drips from his head down to his chin.
"My Lord, hurry." A mounted personal guard, near him, rushed to his side as he pulled Barnabeth atop his steed.
Accepting his guards' hand, Barnabeth was pulled atop the mount as he and his guards made a run for it.
"COWARD! DON'T RUN!" Larg shouted as he continued the onslaught against Barnabeth's personal guards.
'Close, so closed' but just as the disoriented Barnabeth thought that he was fine. The ground shook…
A cavalry is approaching him.
Raising his head, he saw the Mercenary Cavalry which had been trying to rescue Larg now aiming their lances at him.
"DAMN!!! DRIVE YOUR HORSE AWAY FROM THEM, YOU FOOL!?!" In panic, Barnabeth shouted at the guard which rescued him.
The panicked guard did as he was commanded, steering the horse away from the incoming cavalry.
The halfling cavalry riding their horned goats now racing for Barnabeth and his guards head.
"KILL!" A high-pitched voice came out from the leading halfling. He recognized Barnabeth, the commander of the enemy. His head is a hundred times more valuable than the rest of his army.
Larg seeing this, let out a laugh. "HAHAHA! Run you coward."
Dashing across Barnabeth's army as he waved his great sword. Like a rushing bull, all those in his way were either injured or dying.
Barnabeth panicked, all his plans were destroyed the moment Larg revealed his status as Bronze Knight.
All he can do now is wait until his ballistas demolish the rest of Larg's troops. By then, with numbers on their side, they can handle Larg and his remaining cavalry.
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As the ballistas finished reloading, their aim now focused on Larg's reserve infantries.
*Swooosh* *Bang* *Swooosh* *Bang*
"AHHH!" "Heeell…ll..pp" Screams and agonized crying once again echoed from the infantry. Bodies thrown away as both Larg's and Barnabeth's soldiers a like were affected by the barrage of enchanted bolt.
The denizen of Zalbaag, the men of Lorat and Gascon. Crying and begging as they sustain injuries and wounds. Their fellow villagers now gone as their corpses flung away because of the explosion.
Some ran away as the ballistas once more raged upon the battlefield. Some stood their grounds and fought, those who have slain their fellow villagers.
Some wounded stumbled as they tried to reach a safe location, others who turned cripple because of the injuries they sustained tried to crawl and drag themselves as they hoped to survive for another day.
As the men-at-arms and the right wing reserve militia fought, a rain of arrows fell upon them.
No one knows anymore which is which. Cloud of dust now in the air as constant bombardment disorient them men.
All semblance of order gone. What remains is men fighting for their life, for the chance to see another day.
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Taking fire from the bowmen now surrounded in stakes. The halfling commander realized that him and his men were unable to catch up to Barnabeth, so he decided to divide his troops.
Seeing the damage inflicted by the ballista. He began to worry that a massive rout will happen before they can slay Barnabeth.
So he shouted as he pointed his finger in the direction of the ballistas. "Separate the chains! Half of you go for the ballistas, the rest with me! The sooner we killed that fleeing man, the sooner we get our pay. So brothers! KILL!"
"KILL!" The company of Mas yelled in unison as they acknowledged what their leader had said.
The moment the half ling divided his troops, Larg along with the few surviving men reached the path where Barnabeth is about to take with his entourage.
"Barnabeth!" Waving his great sword at the closes enemy, Larg with giant strides rushed for Barnabeth.
Barnabeth's personnel guard, drew their swords and tried to group up on Larg.
"Damn you, Larg!" Barnabeth, taking out a
Just as Larg was about to slay his brother.
*Swooosh* *Swooosh*
*Thud* *Thud*
Barnabeth's bowmen fired their arrows at Larg's and his remaining men.
The unprepared men took