Its weakening! Keep up the assault!
Ralph frowned at the commanders voice coming from behind. Apparently, sothing almost as dangerous as the dragon up ahead had flanked the army without anyone noticing. He still didnt know what it was since it was impossible to see through the ocean of people since he was in the middle. But he could see up ahead, and the dragon was clearly becoming a lot weaker. It was even showing signs of wanting to flee, but arrows the size of javelins were embedded inside of it, and red chains hung from their wooden ends.
Cheers ca from behind, and Ralph scratched his head. Whatever it was, it mustve died. Now all they had to do was finish off the dragon andan ear-piercing shriek rang over the cheering, causing Ralph to flinch. Or not.
Theres another one coming this way! W-wait! Theres a whole herd of them! Get them, n!
The sounds of explosions and flying arrows along with the clashing of tal and the breaking of wood echoed out from behind. Ralph turned around, a deep frown appearing on his face. The army seed to be splitting into two. A gap had opened up behind him. Should he wait for his turn against the dragon, or should he fight the unknown enemy that had taken the attention of half the army? He didnt sign up to fight any unknown enemies. Wait. He didnt sign up to fight a dragon either.
What are you standing around for, soldier!? Cant you see the dragons almost dead? Help the people behind us!
A voice coming from the front broke Ralph out of his thoughts. Ralph nodded, reaffirming his belief that being a soldier was nice. He was in a dilemma, and it was solved for him. He turned around and headed another wave of n towards the rear of the army where the clashing sounds were getting fiercer. Just what kind of enemy awaited him ahead? Soldiers were flying into the air as if they were launched by catapults, falling on top of other soldiers trying to help them.
Ralph raised his shield just in ti to prevent his face from being impaled by a stray spear. Then he collapsed when a man fell on top of him. The man groaned as Ralph rolled him off. Hey, Ralph said and nudged the man who had a deep, gaping wound in his chest that Ralph could see through. It was like he had been pierced by a ballista. What are we fighting up there?
The man groaned again and hissed as bubbles leaked out of the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head up and took in a deep breath before wheezing out the word, Cows.
Ralph tilted his head. Cows? The things we milk?
The soldier in his arms shook his head. It was an almost imperceptible movent. He gasped for breath and whispered, Magic cows. Imprinted. The mans head dropped to the side, his eyes glazed over. Then his body lted into a puddle of red goop that disappeared into the ground.
Ralph sighed. Magical cows? Imprinted magical cows? The only creatures with imprints that were left were dragons. Everything that had imprints were killed off long ago when humans conquered the lands. Did that an these cows were as strong as dragons? Evidently not since so many of them were required to separate half their army from its main mission, but cows? Really? Where did these imprinted cows co from?
We need backup!
Ralph climbed to his feet. As a soldier, he didnt need to think, so why was he doing it? Maybe he shouldve beca an officer before joining this army. But officers needed to know how to read, and he couldnt do that. A sigh escaped from his lips. His mother was right. Education really was the way to the top, but it was almost exclusive to nobility. Well, being a soldier wasnt bad either. He forced his feet to move, and he marched ahead towards the middle of the fray. The soldier in front of him scread, and a massive spear tip the size of his head punched through the mans chest. A second later, he was flung into the sky.
Ralphs mouth fell open at the bloody beast in front of him. That wasnt a spear tip; that was a horn. These werent anything like the cows he knew. The cows he knew were fluffy and soft and loved getting scratched on the chin. This cow, this cow had murder in its eyes. If cows could train their muscles, then this cow mustve done training equal to that of an elite warrior. It wasnt any bigger or wider than those fluffy cows he knew, but it was definitely more compact. And its horns being the size of its body didnt reassure him either. What was he supposed to do against this monster of a cow? A spear was made for its reach, to stab soone with a smaller weapon before they got into range. But this cow had the larger weapon. And there wasnt anyone nearby who could help him; all the soldiers were entangled in their own ss. Why were there so many cows!?
***
Grimmy rubbed his chin. The beam of light extending from Vurs bellybutton shone bright, illuminating his scales. A third of the pillar was blue. A small portion was purple where blue t red. Red took up almost two thirds of the pillar. And the black portion was flickering but growing weaker with every passing second.
Add more! Vurs soul is dying! Tafel grabbed Grimmys claw and shook it.
Hold on a sec, Grimmy said, pulling his claw away. Im doing so quick calculations. Hmm. Yeah, more cows. He reached behind his wing and pulled out several orbs of gaseous light and dumped them onto Vurs chest. They sank down as if he were made of water, and disappeared inside of him, faintly glowing before winking out of existence. Ah, crap. Oops.
Tafels eye twitched. Oops? What do you an oops!?
Nothing, Grimmy said and shifted his eyes away. His gaze landed on Lindyss, who was reading a book in the corner. I was just ssing with you.
Lindyss t his gaze and raised her eyebrow, her expression asking, Were you really just ssing with her?
Grimmy winked at her in reply.
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