The cavalry advanced rapidly, piercing through Aritreia's ranks and spreading chaos through the battlefield. Luther and his soldiers had already lost count of how many tis they swung their swords or how many enemies had already fallen under their hands, but they kept pressing onwards.
As Stahl's horde advanced, the enemies tried to defend themselves with all their might, but they had no power to fight back and were easily killed by the fast-moving and strong cavalry. There was no commander in charge of the frontlines; those nobles never liked to mingle among the commoners and often stood around the king, leaving them helpless against the horde.
Aritreia's soldiers on the frontlines were on a tough spot with only two choices before them, and stepping back towards their king was not one of them. They could either fight to their deaths against an unbeatable enemy or try to escape to the forests, taking the risk that their families might be annihilated by the royal forces in the future.
So of them took the gamble, sprinting with hopeful eyes toward the trees without thinking about what might co next, only worried about their present. However, the mont they shifted their attention, a sharp weapon would take their lives without rcy, with Stahl's units rapidly pushing forward. It only served to imprint even more fear and anxiety into the hears of these intruders.
Trapped and without an escape route, the soldiers could only scream in desperation and wield their weapons with fervor, channeling all their fear and anxiety into their strikes. They targeted the horses without thinking about their well-being, which resulted in casualties on Stahl's side. Despite their weakness, Aritreia's soldiers outnumbered their adversaries.
The horses' anguished neighs seed to also blend into the lody of clashing steel and screams. The desperate attacks of Aritreia's soldiers managed to montarily halt the cavalry's advance, attacking them from all directions and even sacrificing their legs and arms to inflict damage to their opponents. Aritreia was struggling like cornered rats, aware of their imminent deaths.
"We can take them down! They're just humans! Don't fear them!" - One of the soldiers shouted with a relieved tone upon witnessing the golden blood flowing from the fallen Snowfire Horses. He managed to pierce the horse's heart, forcing it to fall abruptly. He hoisted his spear high, the sared weapon raised triumphantly to the skies, while his comrades sward the fallen horse and soldier, sprawled on the snowy ground.
The disoriented horseman shook his head, attempting to clear the dizzy fog enveloping his mind as he struggled to get back on his feet. Yet, the weight of the fallen horse atop him seed to drown his efforts. When his mind finally cleared, the first sight that t his eyes was his loyal steed, his companion for nearly two years, lifeless with eyes wide open.
Without a care about his surroundings, the man raised his hand, reaching to pat his horse's head. But, in an instant, sothing pierced through his chest, leaving him with no ti to react, the chainmail covering his back and chest unable to provide any resistance. Following the first strike, a dozen more attacks rained down on him. His hands were stretched and about to reach his fallen comrade, but a rciless blow coming to his head forced him to take his last breath.
The soldier who had earlier raised his spear proudly, shouting – "We can beat them!" - was the one behind this decisive yet rciless attack.
He raised his spear and hit the horseman's body again and again, his eyes shining like a rciless lunatic, unable to be contained by jail or death. He only stopped after a few blows, when the head of his enemy couldn't be identified anymore. Then, he raised his spear again, now marked with the golden blood of the Snowfire Horse and the red of Stahl. This served as the hope for Aritreia, briefly raising their morale – "They are humans!" – He shouted, again and again.
It was a mixture of madness with a great desire to live.
Had this man been on Stahl's side, Henry and Luther would undoubtedly comnd him, offering a seat within the Commander's Training Center, recognizing his natural leadership skills. Yet, as he stood on the opposing side, death remained the sole way out of these lands. He was a good asset, sadly born in the wrong hands.
Just a few steps away, Luther shot an angry glance at the man before turning his attention to Aritreia's army. The blood covering the spear seed to give them a new determination to survive.
The old general was surrounded by at least thirty enemies, yet he paid them no mind. He absentmindedly defended from a spear aid at his horse's side and, with a quick movent, he sent it soaring into the air. Then, using his steed's back as a support, he swung his sword in a full circle, like a farr reaping his crops with a scythe, easily beheading all those nearby him. It happened so fast that the soldiers had no ti to reach, their heads fell onto the cold snow with a muffled thud.
surrounded by at least thirty enemies, yet he seed unfazed. Almost absentmindedly, he defended against a spear aid at his horse, swiftly sending it flying with a quick rotation of his sword. Then, using his horse for support, he expertly swung his sword in a full circle, beheading those nearby. It all happened so fast that the soldiers had no ti to react, their heads falling onto the cold snow with a muffled thud.
At this mont, Luther was surrounded by at least thirty enemies, but he didn't seem to pay them no mind. He absentmindedly defended from a spear aid at his horse and, with a quick rotation of his sword, he sent it soaring into the air. Then, using his horse as a support, he masterfully swung his sword in a full circle, beheading all those nearby. It happened so fast that the soldiers had no ti to react, their heads falling onto the cold snow with a muffled thud.
Luther swiftly raised his hand, deftly catching the spear he had sent into the air as if everything that happened was planned. His gaze then fixed on the soldier who continued shouting with his spear raised.
"You are unlucky, young man" - Luther regretfully murmured as he noticed the youth's age, perhaps still in his teenage years or just past puberty. "You were born on the wrong side of history," he added, and with that, the spear in his hands shot forward like a cot.
"You are unlucky, young man." – Luther regretfully murmured, seeing that his aim was a young man in his teenager years or even soone who had just passed through his puberty period – "You were born in the wrong side of history." – Then, the spear in his hands shot like a cot.
The young man heard a sound cutting through the air, and when he turned to look, it was gone. The dream of becoming a war hero vanished. The child died before growing into a significant figure. His spear, stained with the golden blood of the horse and the proud blood of Stahl, fell onto the snow with a muffled thud. The only beacon of hope on Aritreia's side died.
However, his deeds were enough to give Aritreia's army a new morale and hope. Because of that, while fighting with all their might, they managed to eliminate about ninety units, creating a gap in the echelon formation, ten lines disappeared.
"Sothing is coming from the forest..."- Luther's eyes swiftly turned towards the source as he shouted to his soldiers. Then, spears ca hurtling towards him, as if the trees themselves were aiming to take his life.
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