The missiles and beams exploded across the knights after the last four barrages of ranged attacks destroyed the shield. The four Blades were moving through the soldiers and were getting surrounded enclosing them. The strategy the king used was working, but he wasn't sure for how long. He ran through the field led by a group of guards. He then jumped over them and brought his battle club down on the new Iron Ax. He was surrounded by pools of lava. Soldiers were being dragged into them by tentacles of lava burning their flesh and gripping their legs tight. Some soldiers had resorted to cutting their legs off with their axes. They began crawling away with one leg bleeding across the field. War King pushed off his ax and slid back holding up his shield.
The lurching knight turned his head slowly and stared at the king with glowing fire eyes. "Funny you picked me to start off with?" The Iron Ax stated his deep voice echoing under his armor. "I killed your predecessor, I felt nostalgic," the king chuckled. His boots then glowing hot shot forward his battle club making contact with his torso. The club cut through the armor with ease and created a giant wound. The gaping wound hung there and then slowly oozed and healed itself, reforming as lava flowed together. He swiped the ax at the king sending a wave of lava. He was able to dodge the attack flipping to the side. Lava tentacles started swiping at him. He blocked them with his shield and club. He was then hit with another wave of lava. He was now not getting any room to breathe. For being so big his attacks were fast.
Lava bullets whizzed past his head and shoulder. More came that he hit with a shield. Patterns of hexagons swirling around his battle club. They started glowing scarlet and bright. He slashed at the knight cutting through his arm holding his ax. This time however his arm started turning black and crumbling like charred wood. He was then blind sided by the battle club across the armored face. It crumbled like his arm was slow to heal up. War King stood back back his shield up as standing between him and the Iron Ax was the Fire Sword. She had burning wings that extended out. A circle of fire circled around the Iron Ax as his body started to heat up. This seemed to heal him and the wounds he sustained.
From behind the Bedlam Bow was not far from him as well. Jumping up and out sending a barrage of arrows. The War King could see him as he looked over his shoulder. "Yeah you see it don't you? How does the War King end here?" The Fire Sword said with a chuckle. She then attacked the War King. He brushed it off with his shield and drove his club into her side. With flaming feet he shot up kicking her to the side. She slammed into a bunch of the War King's men. A barrage of arrows came at him. He jumped back and dodged each attack with ease. The Bedlam Bow then brought down a kick. The War King used his shield absorbing the impact. He pushed him off stabbing with his club at the imp man. A force of chi shot came from the tip of the weapon sending the archer flying backwards. He was gaining the upper hand each attack they threw at him. But the real threat he didn't see was coming up behind him. Gust Staff had been collecting an army of her own. And the ripples of that wave were now coming towards the War King. Blue eyed zombie soldiers came running at the king. He turned quickly and drove his club across its face without hesitation. Men watching their king mesmerized by the battle of these powerhouses. Could see the king disregarding his own men killing them during the battle. He didn't try to save his own soldiers who were loyal to him. He merely used them to block a blow, or to use as a weapon. Or merely collateral damage against the knights. Now undead soldiers were weaving through the lines killing their own allies.
Some of the soldiers coming to terms with the reality in front of them started to run. All instincts in them saw no reason to fight for this king any longer. They shed their battle sense and saw their own survival more vital. The king could see lines breaking down. "STAND FIRM!" He screamed. No one was listening. He killed two more zombies before the Bedlam Bow came down with another kick and arrows. This time the kick landed, sending him skittering across the ground. He got to feet and clubbed another undead soldier.
He could see his army was lost with the spread of this infection. Gust Staff hadn't come after the king; she moved to the range weapons and was bringing down automatons with a beam of light coming from the staff. He was blindsided by the Fire Sword. She slashed at him wildly and saw flames flow through his army. He pushed her with a shield thrust and clubbed her across the face. He kicked her aside and a big boulder covered in lava came at him. His club turned to an axe as he switched out weapons. The axe had a skull in the middle and was a double headed one. He slashed through it with the ax and then sent a wave of chi across the field pushing back at all with an invisible force. He jumped back and then began to run away.
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All around echoes of "RETREAT" of "SAVE YOURSELVES" echoed over the chaotic battlefield. Men running away to survive as the growing wave of undead swept through them. Automatons fell to the ground destroying tanks as Gust Staff personally dealt with them. Fire Sword, Iron Ax, and Bedlam Bow were killing me left and right assisting the undead in their slaughter. The War King made it to the position the General stood watching it all in shocked horror. "Sir we should leave with the men" one of his subordinates suggested, holding the Golden Boar flag in his hands.
He stared up at that dirty flag they used to he white and gold. Now years of stains and worn upon it of serving that boar and its ideals. He scowled at it. "Your right" seemed all realizations of the reality they were in was not just directed at the grunts. But higher up seemed to be coming to that conclusion. He and his men ran for the vehicles. "Do we wait for the king?" One asked. It was a fair question and one he would regret later with the decision he decided. 'Do I? Do I leave this mad man to the mercy of the enemy? Are they truly my enemy? They have killed countless comrades. I wouldn't help them if they were on fire. So yes they are my enemy' he seemed to be struggling inside himself to come to a conclusion. His thoughts were cut short as the War King was soaring over the men using one of his enchanted items. He landed and rushed to the vehicle the General sat in. "GET GOING!" He shouted as he took a seat at the front.
Seemed fate chose for him and now he regretted even second guessing himself at this moment. Seeing the King disregard the men running towards them to save his own skin was now a guilt he would have to bear with his other men in the vehicle. It could be so easy to reach up and kill the king at this moment. He gripped his knife unseen by anyone. It was strapped to a belt hidden under his cape. His guatlent gripping the handle seemed to give him courage. 'Would I want to be remembered as a turn cloak? An oath breaker? Does my honor mean nothing? It means nothing to this king. For me it means everything in a land where honor is scarce shouldn't I be a small flame of it lingering?' He released his grip upon his weapon and slumped back in the seat. He felt mentally defeated and the king hadn't lifted a finger to make it happen. A soldier's struggle of morality seemed to be stronger than the king itself.