"Kaayaaahk!"
The sound of screams, shrills, growls, and explosions blanketed the air.
It was a war ground painted in numerous lights, seating flames and blood from both man and beast.
The battle between the cohort and the army of goblins raged uncontrollably.
The short ranged combatants taking the brunt of the Goblins and Direwolves charge.
However no matter how furious they fought, the cohort was barely able to hold the numbers that came at them.
The fact they were still new to their abilities was another reason for their lack. Unlike the deadly duo of Direwolves and goblins which had hunted for a while together.
This small error left many of the goblins free passay through the short ranged combatants. Letting them charge towards the long ranged and backup awakened.
Gary was one of the backups. Holding in his hands a short sword covered with both his blood and that of the Goblins.
He had stayed close to one of the long ranged awakened, protecting her from every attacks up close while she made sure to reduce the numbers that came their way.
That was the only reason Gary had been able to survive this long.
'My abilities aren't made for battle, and my hands hurt like hell.' Gary thought swinging his blade upwards in a fast motion and cutting off the arm, and upper body of one of the goblins.
The goblin instantly fell off the direwolf gripping it's stump in pain, it's end wasn't far off from it. Still, the direwolf it rode was active and went straight for the attack, opening its deadly maws targeted at ripping through his guts.
This attack was too fast for Gary to block so he braced himself for the worst and...
A crackle in the air occured and a visible white light struck at the beast's skull tearing it open with an explosion of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Instantly, the body of the wolf simply dropped to the ground it's eyes in a glorified death stare.
At the sight of this Gary couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh of relief, although his mind gave anything but that, replaying imaginations of how his impending death was about to happen.
Luckily it hadn't.
After a few seconds Gary finally regained his composure, turning his head around he built a fake crooked smile of reassurance, then he spoke, "Thank you Emira."
Staring at the girl not too far away; the young beauty, with long blonde hair, large blue eyes, with a slim figure holding in her hand a dagger... Gary almost felt pity for her.
She was trembling in her boots— visibly.
Crying like a baby, as she too knew this was not a battle they could win.
Gary had the same thoughts in mind, breaking his regard from her. He could see it, the numbers of Goblins and Direwolves which was far more than double of awakened cohort.
For as far as his eyes could see, his companions were outnumbered three to one some even taking on six at once. Others were giving up at each passing moment. He could even see some plugging the end of their blade into their own chest to ensure a faster death instead of being killed by a flaming blade.
How heightened the perilous battle has gotten for many to think suicide was better than dismemberment by ruthless abominations.
Gary gulped his demeanor pressed with dread, and for some reason his blade's hilt felt as though it had added a hundred tons of weight to itself, making his hand find it hard to grasp firmly.
'I don't want to die, I want to be rich, I want to taste pleasure, I'm still a fucking virgin! I don't want to die here—' Gary bit his lips hard in palpitating fear.
Especially as his gaze caught two goblins racing out to him on their massive Direwolves, laughing sinisterly as they closed in the distance between them.
The sight was one gruesome to watch, as his heart thumped harder as he studied the flaming weapons of the Goblins, the tool that would be used to end his life if a miracle didn't take place...
A miracle aye? What sort of miracle would happen for such a sinner and dark minded man like me? I know I'm condemned so there's nothing waiting for me but death.
But still...
"I'm... Am I really going to die?" In a low tone he asked himself under shaking breaths, this time, his body gave a reply.
His grip had loosened and his blade plummeted to the ground with a senile clatter which reverberated in his ears, telling him... Yes it was time to die.
'I'm too scared to look,' he thought jerking his head upwards to avoid seeing the goblins swing their blade and take his life...
Wait?! What the fuck was that....
Up in the air, was something burning bright red and seating hot, plummeting fast down at him.
"Shit!" Gary jumped back in fear and fell down to his bottom as he had not planned for his landing.
However, he had been on time to avoid the red searing ball crashing down to the ground consuming the goblins and Direwolves that targeted him.
The process was alarmingly fast as within a fraction of a second, there was nothing left of them but ash.
Gary's face was immediately pale with fear and confusion.
Was he just saved? By who?... Or what?...
In a few moments the same thing that had happened close to Gary occured again, a ball of fire falling from above and crashing directly on a number of goblins scorching them into ash within seconds.
This phenomenal confused the awakened fighting, causing them to hesitate for a moment. But after watching the balls continuously destroy only the goblins and their hounds, the cohort had gained renewed morale to battle.
"Ready awakened!" Charles the leader of the cohort cried at the top of his voice swinging his flesh contorted halberd at the closest Direwolf to him, beheading it with ease.
"Kill THESE FUCKERS!"
His cohort didn't hesitate to give a roar of like fury as they broke into a flurry of attacks, with new strength gained from the moltivational assist from above.
At this moment they didn't care about injuries or death. They cared about revenge, murderous intent—filled revenge, as they didn't just kill the goblins and their Direwolves. However, did so in the most gruesome ways that would make the average man to bend over and let his inwards flow out again and again.
Gary had not been motivated by any of this. For one he was a coward that would never fight unless forced to, instead he preferably sat and let those that were stronger handle it.
Still, he rose to his feet out of curiosity and scaned through the grotesque rampart of stacked broken skulls, jagged spines and twisted ribs.
Upon the fortification of the dead stood a mighty demonic beast, terrifying to be seen and it's power even more to be bewildered by, as it spat down an immolation of tremendous fury down at the goblins casually...
And besides the beast seemed to be it's owner, someone Gary had his face etched into his mind...
"Who's that?" Emira with a shaky voice asked pointing at the top of the bone wall.
Maybe it was because of how far away the person on the wall was, or the pressure of almost losing her life baring down on her, that made Emira unable to recognize him...
But Gary did nonetheless.
He smiled outwardly, a tear drop running down his eyes as he said, "he is Drake Drakon, our miracle."