Villager and soldiers rushed to open The back gate and with a heavy groan that cut through the screams and the roar of beasts they yanked the timber bars aside anyway while arrows hissed past their them and fireballs slammed into the walls bursting in showers of sparks and heat that blistered faces Through that gap the elves made in the anterior gate poured the reinforcements men on foot on horses and on raggnar metal helmets and dark green coats (military fashioned) their rifles slung hard and ready they charged at the elves and the gallous and the Ragnarrs charging in massive scaled bodies thudding the ground jaws already dripping elf blood and horses rearing wild eyes white with battle rage but pushing forward into the fight
The battle still burned hot outside the walls and elves pressed close their spells and arrows flashing between the trees and crystal arrows sang through the air punching holes in armor and flesh and ice shards exploded against the palisade sending wood splinters flying like shrapnel that buried in arms and legs drawing blood and screams but the reinforcements crashed into them brutal no mercy the Rognarrs leading jaws clamping down on elf thighs and torsos crunching bone in wet snaps ripping limbs free in sprays of red that painted the snow and one elf archer loosed an arrow that took a soldier in the throat blood bubbling as he fell clutching the shaft gurgling until a comrade bayoneted the elf through the eye socket that made the Elf's brain matter leaking out on the back of his skull in grey and pink clumps
Men followed rifles cracking sharp lead balls smashing through the elves shields punching chests open and hearts bursting in red mist and bayonets thrusting deep twisting in bellies pulling out loops of steaming intestine that slapped wet on the ground stinking of shit and death and one soldier roared as he gutted an elf the pointy eared fuck staggering back hands trying to hold his guts in but slipping on ice and blood falling where a Rognarr pounced claws raking his face peeling skin and muscle to bone eyes bursting under pressure blood streaming down ruined cheeks
Through the gate came a man riding a Rognarr average size not the biggest but the aura was immeasurable the man rode straight dark green cloak with a pair of black boots and black trousers and a black shirt with a straight posture and behind him another wave of his men poured in forming lines quick shouting orders that sliced the chaos the villagers ragged at first then stronger hope sparking like flint on steel
The man dismounted roggnar his boots thudding heavy in the mud yanked off his helmet revealing his face and he was tall probably 6'4 or more with that clean 90° fade buzz cut and a mustache his eyes were amber color where have I seen this guy?
He the fight and the walls his voice deep "I am Commander Alfred leading this reinforcement from the Fort we have orders to hold Edgawater and push these cucks back as the other eight villages are hit too and more forces ride to them we take no more ground today form up and drive them out we need all the possible forces people,boys go forward!!!!"
Soldiers roared surging forward Rognarrs flanking tearing into elf lines and Alfred drew a heavy axe with runes glowing faint blue he mounted the raggnar again his beast bellowing charging out gate claws ripping earth blade swinging precise arcs taking an elf's head clean off neck stump jetting the blood high the body dropping knees first then face down in snow and another elf tried to cast ice spear but Alfred's axe cleaved his arm at elbow the limb flying still clutching staff blood fountaining and the elf screaming until the Rognarr bit his shoulder crunching collarbone dragging him down jaws closing on throat ripping it out in a wet tear hewhewhew
Hector watched from the broken kitchen wall he was pressed between Kardinal and Charlotte theadrenaline was shaking his legs and Kardinal whispered rough "that's Al that mother fucker is Al he's my old mate from training days him and Comotanos and Morley we trained together back then look how big and tall that dick head got he climbed ranks faster then we did what a good man he's solid as a horse cock" and after that he got a back slap on his neck from Charlotte "ayggghhh"
"My bad love my bad"
As The elves wavered ranks thinning under the assault their screams and gallou rearing pierced by bolts riders falling crushed under their own mounts one beast collapsing blood gushing from neck its elf pinned screaming until a soldier bayoneted his mouth silencing him forever and the crystal staff hummed building power but rockets streaked from launchers blooming bright shattering the caster body making it bursting into chunks raining down
Alfred directed a calm pointing targets his rifle in one hand picking casters heads exploding in red mist and by late noon elves cracked retreating ragged white cloaks red stained gallou fleeing treeline horns blowing retreat frantic and reinforcements pursued short cutting stragglers bayonets plunging deep twisting widening wounds gore coating blades and one elf begged knees in snow but a Rognarr crushed his chest ribs snapping inward lungs bursting blood foaming mouth.
Al called out "hold the walls we keep what we have now these things will lick their wounds tonight."
Kardinal hugged Charlotte tight "I'm glad we are alive I'm so glad love " tears cutting soot on his face and Hector was being sandwiched between them 2 as for his thoughts about Alfred something was familiar about him he wiggled free from his mother and father to look for his sketch book and pull it out from the ruins lucky it was under his bed untouched he pulled it out and hugged it hector turned to his mom and dad and neither of them looked happy rather very upset and depressed watching the fight still going on
Fight dragged into evening elves sniping trees arrows finding marks soldiers falling clutching shafts blood pooling and Rognarrs charging brush emerging with limbs in jaws shaking trophies and Alfred on the wall directing the fire, the calm sun went low and elves gone fully fading forest field littered bodies human and elves and beasts mixed in frozen piles snow stained in red and mud stenched of the dead
Villagers emerged slowly from the ruins of their house and the other women went to take their children out of Kardinal's house cellar that's what hector saw
Charlotte and Kardinal moved through ruined house the walls cracked and roof sagging most houses same destroyed by fireballs and gallou charges turned into unlivable blackened shells and she sifted debris hands soot black finding pot spoon then small blanket frayed but whole wooden crib splintered it was still recognizable
A voice broke thick "ou... hector that's your blanket and your crib when you were a baby there is barely anything that survived" Sobs sobs
Hector stood beside her his hand in her hand he was moments away from getting a PTSD from seeing all the gore (to your information cevver is very sensitive) his hands slowly raised to clutch his head he took a deep breath and let it out with a long puff trying to calm himself down
Charlotte knelt her tears making clean lines on the dirt on her face "not just things hector those were memories I valued the most that was your crib and our home everything we built is gone because of those bastards" she clutched the blanket to her chest sobbing "oh... God why's it always us who have to suffer the most what have we done wrong?"
Kardinal was clutching his head watching in despair which wasn't a good sign to hector Kardinal the other women came to take their kids who were hiding in the cellar taking them out one by one Abraham emerged from the cellar rushing toward hector "hector, hector, holy are you alright...." Hector didn't really know what to say clutching his sketch book tight in his hand "welp...as you see everything is destroyed of course I'm not alright" poooooooof " I think you should return to your mom and dad to help them out" Abraham with a confused worried face "uh..oh then see you later then hector"
"I guess..."
"You guess?!"
"Bla Just go this is not the time don't you see that our house is crumbled"
And Abraham moved to return to his parents
By night things settled somewhat villagers and the soldiers bodies gathered dead humans bodies layed in rows and cloaks were used to cover their faces and bodies as for the dead elves they were piled separately blood and flesh the smell was awful and the captured elves that were few alive maybe ten bound wrists knees snow guarded sullen faces bruised bloodied one missing ear that was probably bitten off by a Ragnarr or an axe
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