[BF] Lake Ilnero - Firanos VS Leongarde

[E1Alpha]

Lake Ilnero
Firanos VS Leongarde

Post Limit: 10 per participant - - - - - - Time Limit: Saturday 13/10/2012
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Armies:
Firanos
Commander: Seron, the Spear of Fire
Army: Spearmen, Swordsmen, Archers, Fire Magi

Leongarde
Commander: Mordus, the Steel Will
Army: Shieldguard, Swordsmen, Archers

Participants:
Firanos
Brevsin Lolaim (Eddren) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1040310&viewfull=1#post1040310)
Leongarde
Lestoph (Tolvo) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1080567&viewfull=1#post1080567)

GM:
E1Alpha

Posting Order
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Eddren (35)
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Tolvo (28)
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Introductions:
The men of Firanos were never ones to doubt their cause, but the tragic loss at the Ilean Mountains had left them with an empty feeling. A warrior that was thought to be invincible had fallen to the blade of a Leongardian, and now those same men march into their lands. The morale of the men was unimpressive to say the least. They were afraid that they had looked upon their families for the last time when they left their home.
None of the men wanted to draw their blades. And that much was obvious to Seron, the Spear of Flame. Avertus was a close friend of him. To him, this was personal. He would hunt Leongarde for the murderer of his close friend, and defeat him in fair one-on-one combat. He would redeem the honor of his comrade, or he would die trying.

For now, he had a different focus. His men were in bad shape, and like this, Leongarde would have been able to waltz over them. Determined, Seron stepped up onto one of the cliffs, before raising his voice.

“Men… Women… Brave souls of the flame… Hear me.”
All eyes averted to the man, who took a moment to look upon the soldiers gazing at him.
“We have fought and lost against this foe once before, yes. But what kind of men are we to give in to our fears? What kind of horrible souls are we, to disgrace the Iron Mask’s death like this? Avertus was a great man, who had fought and spilled blood for Firanos for decades. He died a death that any man like him would wish. He died in service of his kingdom. He died fighting for Firanos. He died fighting for all of us!”
The spirit of the soldiers began to visibly lift, some even reached for their weaponry, making silent promises.

“Avertus is still with us! His courage and determination guides us! And just as the flame of Far’Khira shall strengthen our soul, so shall the Iron Mask bless our every strike. Our every wound. He shall still stand in the front lines for us. He shall still be the fearless warrior even in death. Now let us do honor to him. By beating back these invaders! By taking back what is ours!”
He paused a moment. The men were visibly gained their faith once more. They seemed more ready for battle than ever.
“I ask of you all now. What will you do? Will you flee and bring shame to the man that died to protect our families? Or will you fight for all of the innocents in our city, for Firanos?!”
In unison, the men of Firanos called out:
“Fight! For Firanos!”

Seron smiled, gesturing over to a group of his own magi that had accompanied him, who nodded as they left off to tend to their appointed mission.
“Archers, take your positions! Spearmen, swordsmen, in rank and follow me!”
Men were kicking into gear and moving all over the place. Archers rushed up into the cliffs surrounding the valley. And the main army moved in formation, with Seron leading them. These men were now ready to fight for his land, for their land, and he would not fail them as their leader, for Avertus.

The blood had not even fully dried up yet in the frozen battlefield of the Ilean Mountains, yet Mordus was already relishing the thought of another victory under his great command. Although despising the newly appointed Corporal Pinderknock for taking part of his glory by slaying the Fieran commander. He was glad that he had left to correct the mistake of the forces defending the Lion Woods.
His eyes were now set for further conquest in the name of Leongarde. Lake Ilnero was a strategic invaluable location to Firanos, as well as a vital part of their economical structure. Both Mordus and his superiors knew that taking this advantage away from their enemies would make them sitting ducks for a full frontal assault.

His force was noticeably smaller than last time however. A large part of the army had remained behind to fortify the mountain pass, as Mordus led the remaining forces to continue their assault upon Lake Ilnero. As soon as they reached the transition from the cold snow to the lush grass of the plateau, Mordus ordered his men to begin fortifying a foothold once again, to have a reliable fallback position should the need arise.
Mordus didn’t await its completion however as he stood before his soldiers once more, like in the last battle.

“Warriors of Leongarde! Before us lies the territory of Firanos, our northern enemies that have been prodding at our borders. They had yet to witness our true strength, until we kicked them out of the Ilean Mountains, and laid one of their greatest warriors to rest! They know us now. They fear us now. Let us remind them that Leongarde will never back down! We carry the vigor of the Silver Lion within us, and our roar shall signal defeat for those foolish enough to oppose us! For Leongarde, we march!”

With that, he rose his twin blades once more, gesturing over to their archers to find themselves favorable positions from which to fire.
Once that was done, Mordus turned to the battlefield ahead. He felt the adrenaline pumping. With calm steps, he marched forward, following by rows of shieldguard, and finally the brave soldiers of Leongarde, ready to give their life to secure yet another victory for their king.


Battle Start

The two armies marched out into the field, and the first to lock eyes onto each other were Mordus and Seron. Their silently stared at eachother, their armies halting behind them. Without hesitation, Seron called out.
“It was through sheer luck your men were victorious in the mountains. Turn your armies elsewhere now and those men shall be spared from our flame.”

Mordus enough with a mocking scoff. “Fieran boys were always good at talking, eh? But we are Leongardians. We are unbreakable. If your so called Phoenix King was smart enough, he would have surrendered himself to our growing empire. But he is a stubborn fool, and that is what cost this Iron Mask his life. Now the time for words is over, Fieran. Let me show you what real battles are. Leongarde! Attack!” Mordus raised his blades, after which the armies of Leongarde began rushing forward, rows of heavy shieldguard forming the reinforced front of the army, while brave soldiers were following right behind them.

Seron had expected as much from the legendary Steel Will, and as such, he raised his spear forward. “Show them no mercy! For Firanos!” The Fieran soldiers charged forward aswell, spearmen first, with their swordsmen following close behind.

The armies clashed at the edge of the great lake, spears shattering on the mighty bulwarks of the shieldguard, even though some got through and dug their way into the flesh of Leongardian soldiers. Likewise, blades and spears came from behind the mighty towershields to rake up the Fieran troops. The battle had begun, and both armies were fueled by battle lust, be it by vengeance or vigor. Neither was willing to back down now.

[Eddren]

Gracefully, Brevsin danced before the oncoming shield-wall. A sword struck out to hit him, but the master of Defense sidestepped, parrying, before kicking the shield into the first blade. Behind him, a spearmen struck out, aiming to kill off the shield-bearer. Almost naturally, Brevsin raised the pommel of his sword, knocking the spear upward before then bringing it down on the head of the man. "Show them mercy! How are we supposed to quell their hearts, filled with the corrupt flames not endorsed by our own Pheonix King, if we cannot but allow a few to live?" He cried to the man. A sword lunged toward his stomach, but immediately, he rocketed to the sky.

Pulling out a dagger, he rocketed downward, the small blade clashing with the much larger one and knocking it to the ground. Executing an unnaturally high kick, he landed his boot solidly into the mans' forehead, knocking him out cold. By now, he was surrounded by foes. With a spin of his tail, he scared them out of range...And readies his blades again.

[Tolvo]

The march was long and harsh for the Disgeran, standing shoulder to shoulder in line with others in such a stark manner was quite alien to him. However in regards it was calming, the uniformity allowing for the abortion of others into a ranking file. He was no longer the outsider or traitor, just a soldier being led towards the enemy. Another stared at him for a moment under their helm, at the notice of this Les turned away looking at the left flank which seemed to be in fine condition. When again he looked forwards the man seemed occupied by the soon to be battle, a relief.

As the shieldguard in front charged it became difficult for him to resist the call of bloodlust. A loud yell erupted from his lungs as he followed in suit of armor making sure to not accidentally brush up against any of the others. As the forces met before him he could see one of the shield bearing men in front to be having difficulty holding off an enemy swordsman. As the two pressed against each other hoping to assist he swung his mace over the shieldguard's shoulder. His weapon collided with the shoulder of the enemy crippling them allowing for the other to quickly dispatch the man.

Les felt at ease despite his reserved feelings. At the moment things seemed to be going fine but from where he was he could barely see any of the battle. A flaming arrow made contact with his helm and bounced off being lost underfoot. Startling as it was there was almost no mark on his armor aside from a scratch. The line slightly broke for a moment and during that time another of Firanos charged through directly for him. The man stabbed at his chest with a burning blade as the flanged mace made contact with the weapon. Batting it away he tried to punch in return however the quick soldier managed to twist sending the fist under his arm.

Breaking from the original plan Les pulled his arm back grappling the man and hugging him tightly to his armored body. The blade swung back and hit his shoulder. Of course the plated armor made this impact feel very minor as instead Les returned with a far more vicious strike. First he slammed his weapon into the side of the enemy's knee snapping it before dropping the man to the ground. His blade fell to the side and as his arm reached out the killing blow was struck. A large downward strike upon his back. Though he did convulse for a bit the death throes were not a worry.

[E1Alpha]

The battle had only just begun, and already, blood was being shed everywhere.
The soldiers surrounding Brevsin were not just any soldiers. They were the infamous shieldguard. As their Fieran opponent forced them to back away a bit, the mighty defenders dug the bottoms of their shields into the soil beneath them, creating a steel wall around the man to try and lock him in place, before blades and spears alike would jab forward from in between the shields, hoping to skewer the man inside the iron cage they formed.

On the other side, two more Fieran spearmen turned to Lestoph, rushing forward to meet the former Disgeran soldier head-on. Both of them held their spears extended towards the man, rushing towards him with the obvious goal of jabbing their weapons right through him and pin him to the ground. However, as they neared their target, one of the spearman changed his plan and tried to bring the blade of his spear swinging towards his target in an arc, while his comrades still aimed to run the Leongardian through. Although their attacks seemed to be aimed very well, it was obvious they were unaware of eachother's plans.

Mordus was also already in the heat of the battle, his twin blades biting into enemy after enemy, bones shattering under the dreaded weapons, as blood was sent flying off in the trail of the blades. "Show me your strength, Firanos!" The dark armor clad warriors were slashing right through ranks of spear- and swordsmen like a hot knife through butter.

Seron however was aware of this fact, and he had different plans for the mighty Steel Will. Seron had left the visible battlefield and had joined his magi brethren to join their task. He had gone completely out of sight for both factions.

Up in the cliffs however, both Leongardian and Fieran archers finally took their positions as they began lining up their shots. The battle would soon become troubled by the threat of a hail of arrows.

[Eddren]

Brevsin bit his lip. He'd have to bide for time..."A hand, if you'd please?" he called out to his allies, "Though if you could please only stab them in places we could later--" He backed up as a spear jabbed right where he was. Pulling the spear out of the mans' hand, he tossed it into the air before combusting it. That was really the last of the talking he got to do. Out flashed his dagger again, as he had to parry a sword while simultaneously cutting down a spear. Taking advantage of the extended weapon, he kicked outward, fire flaring out from behind him as he delivered a high-velocity impact to the shield, hoping to topple the man. It would have ended up with his leg cut off if he hadn't blocked a last-minute sword-strike from the other side of the shield. "Why fight me? Why can't we live in harmony? I will treat you fairly. I will personally ensure that you are allowed an equal place!" He spoke passionately as he blocked and parried the weapons of his foes, "Surely you've noted that I have yet to kill your brethren? That I mean you no ill will?"

[Tolvo]

Lestoph was startled by this charge towards him, his head jerking back slightly within his helm. The ex-Disgeran planted his right leg behind himself and his left slightly forwards. One leg extended and the other contracted to aid in taking the oncoming force. The mace was held overhead over his own shoulder ready to swing while his left arm was held in a blocking position. Placed at chest level and pointed diagonally. With this position while the swinging spear would just bounce off of his army and slightly move him, the other one would be blocked by his arm from getting a clear strike. If the man continued in trying to run him through he would attempt to deflect the spear over his left shoulder with the blocking arm then strike at the man's left side hoping to break some ribs. Even if the strike missed the plan was to at least force the two enemies into one another and cause further confusion.

[E1Alpha]

The Leongardians seemed to clearly have no heed to the Fieran soldier, and instead, continued their relentless assault. Even though Brevsin defended himself greatly, whenever he tried to make movements, they tried their best to either interrupt his attack, or counter by going for a fatal blow themselves.
It was a sudden change in the atmosphere around the men that ended up saving Brevsin, as a circular wall of flame erupted around the man, sealing him away from the Leongardians and forcing the shieldguard to back away. As the flame wall disappeared as fast as it had appeared, Seron was in the air above the men, before he came crashing down with a flaming kick, taking out one shieldguard and lashing out with his spear to take down two more with surprising ease. "Fight on, brother! You are not alone!" He called out to Brevsin, now standing by his side as his mages had appeared on the cliffs along with the archers, conjuring up spells.

With the two Fierans that were charging Lestoph stumbling into eachother, they grunted annoyed as they fell right on top of eachother, before being swiftly finished off by a nearby Leongardian swordsman. The Leongardian threw a simple glare at the ex-Disgeran, before proceding with the battle.
Another Fieran swordsman was rushing forward however, trying to catch Lestoph off-guard and cleave into his side from behind.

Mordus roared out as he fought, whirling through the enemy ranks towards the edge of the cliffs. Taking a quick breather moment, he spotted the flaming wall that had just vanishing, grinning as he began charging through the battle again, his target set.

[Eddren]

"Many thanks!" he called out. With renewed vigor, he sidestepped a sword, bringing the longsword screaming across it, sparks flying, until it found its' mark. The fingers of the poor man who had stabbed out. A spear came in on his left, and he brought the dagger up, lodging it firmly in the wooden shaft. Yanking it back, he brought the soldier out from behind the shield-guard before stomping on his head. A burst of fire came from his sword-arm, and the weapon arced into the Shield-Guard's...Well...Shield, pulling it along with it as he spun around.

Tossing his dagger at the man whom had recently been disarmed, he used his now-free hand to pull the tower-shield out from his sword, just in time to deflect a blow with it. Whirling around, he stabbed at the man with his own longsword before battering away yet another spear. Yanking it upward, his tail grew in size as he rammed the flaming appendage into the man. Pulling back his shield-arm, he tossed the shield into the air and caught it with his now-free hand, and threw it like a disk, flames licking outward from his arm as he hurled his makeshift projectile. A sword streaked toward this outstretched arm, and his longsword blocked the blow. Out came his shortsword, which was stabbed into the gut of this new foe.
If I cannot turn you away from the slaughter, then I must ensure you do not continue to slaughter my own people. Even if this must be done in blood.

[Tolvo]

Thankful of the aid from the fellow soldier he nodded under his helm hoping that the notion was carried before his presence was ignored. Remembering he was on a battlefield and not at some sort of food based gathering his attention returned to what was before him. Turning back towards the enemy line he was caught off guard by a strike to his side. The blade clashed with his plate armor causing him to get shocked and stumble slightly. As the Fieran pulled his weapon back Les tried to grapple the blade before it was out of his grasp but due to the surprise he wasn't quick enough. Now facing the man he rushed forwards holding his left arm out trying to use it to deflect the sword should it come at him. He held his mace behind himself swinging as he rushed towards the man aiming for just below his knee. If the strike connected it would shatter the Fieran's entire shin.

[E1Alpha]

Seron smirked as he could see his tail-equiped ally being able to hold himself now, before he would continue his own relentless assault. His spear swung back and forth around him in flaming arcs, cleaving soldiers aside as he gracefully danced through the battle, the flames coming from his weapon following the same pattern as his motions.
As he was weaving through the troops, the fire magi he brought along emerged on the cliffs, launching off an array of fireballs in perfect sync. The fireballs blasted down in the middle of the Leongardian army, sending their soldiers flying off.
This was Seron's signal. He launched himself forward, sprinting over the field with trails of fire left behind him, cleaving aside any who was foolish enough to approach him. He was going to avenge Avertus' death, by taking down the two men responsible for it. One of them was already making himself known: Mordus.

Mordus himself was further into the battlefield, avoiding being hit by the fireballs. As his eyes followed the smoke trails left behind by the fireballs, he gazed up the magi on the cliffs, snarling as he realized what they were dealing with now.
He didn't have much time to ponder however, for as he cleaved another Fieran soldier in the side, he noticed a dash of fire coming his way.
Bracing himself, Mordus crossed his blades before him, before Seron's flaming spear crashed into the blades, sent the ironclad titan skidding back.
The two warriors' eyes met, and in that very moment, a death pact was signed. One would live, one would die. With both commanders crying out, they rushed towards eachother and have their weapons clash against eachother once again.

Afraid to strike their own commander, the archers on both side focused on sending their arrows flying into the main bulk of the enemy army.

[Eddren]

Brevsin, figuring that it wouldn't do to lose the assistance of his Commander, followed in tow. The other soldiers could handle those men; for now, the warrior would focus on making sure none tried to interrupt their leader and, if need be, protect him from a killing blow. It would not do to lose two commanders. As men attempted to close the gap left by Seron, Brevsin kicked one out of the way, dashing past another before skewering another on his longsword. Grabbing his weapon, he threw it into a man further down before continuing past him. Two others tried to block his way, and before he'd allow them to raise their swords, he spun around, his tail extending to bathe the two in fire before continuing on.

Finally, he reached the two commanders and, dancing around, cleared out soldiers. Ducking, he sliced a hole open through the stomach of one of them. Turning, he launched himself, sword striking straight through the throat of another. Three closed in on him, hoping to eliminate the man, but he sent fire out from his free hand, blasting himself backward and covering his enemy in blue flames. Twisting, the longsword pierced through the face of another of the poor men. Glaring into the eyes of another Leongardian, he smirked, saying "Boo." The man cringed, but didn't run away; this wasn't a movie, after all. But that was all he needed. Dashing up to him, he sliced the weapon lengthwise up the man, before kicking away the body.

Brevsin glared at the men around him. Picking up a shield, he reared back and threw it at another man, fire streaking from his arm. Grabbing the pommel of his sword with both hands, he launched forward, piercing the mans' breast with the sword before raising him into the air and, fire streaking from his arms, smashed the body into another. "Surrender or die!" He shouted before leaping to another group of foes.

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Brevsin, figuring that it wouldn't do to lose the assistance of his Commander, followed in tow. The other soldiers could handle those men; for now, the warrior would focus on making sure none tried to interrupt their leader and, if need be, protect him from a killing blow. It would not do to lose two commanders. As men attempted to close the gap left by Seron, Brevsin kicked one out of the way, dashing past another before skewering another on his longsword. Grabbing his weapon, he threw it into a man further down before continuing past him. Two others tried to block his way, and before he'd allow them to raise their swords, he spun around, his tail extending to bathe the two in fire before continuing on.

Finally, he reached the two commanders and, dancing around, cleared out soldiers. Ducking, he sliced a hole open through the stomach of one of them. Turning, he launched himself, sword striking straight through the throat of another. Three closed in on him, hoping to eliminate the man, but he sent fire out from his free hand, blasting himself backward and covering his enemy in blue flames. Twisting, the longsword pierced through the face of another of the poor men. Glaring into the eyes of another Leongardian, he smirked, saying "Boo." The man cringed, but didn't run away; this wasn't a movie, after all. But that was all he needed. Dashing up to him, he sliced the weapon lengthwise up the man, before kicking away the body.

Brevsin glared at the men around him. Picking up a shield, he reared back and threw it at another man, fire streaking from his arm. Grabbing the pommel of his sword with both hands, he launched forward, piercing the mans' breast with the sword before raising him into the air and, fire streaking from his arms, smashed the body into another. "Surrender or die!" He shouted before leaping to another group of foes.

[Tolvo]

The sword was pushed away just as the mace collided with the swordsman's shin breaking it instantly. He howled in pain but the screams were stifled quickly for as he plummeted to the ground a follow up strike crushed the man's skull. This small victory was short lived as a series of explosive fires landed near to Lestoph nearly tossing him to the ground. With both arms he shielded his eyes before turning away to witness his commander being attacked. Through the fire and flames the terror did set upon him as it should any normal person. Stumbling forwards his footing was regained while others rushed past him into the fray. Their eyes set upon what lay ahead while his were directed at the fires attacking Mordus. "To Mordus, distract the flames from the Commander!" With these words he charged holding his mace back with his left hand extended out. He noticed Seron and another who seemed to be using some sort of endless fire magic. "Route him!" Lestoph stood defiantly near to Brevsin with his hand aimed directly at the man hoping to get his attention. "Flee fool or face the might of Leongarde!"

[E1Alpha]

The Leongardians were already recovering from the fiery bombardement and rushing over into the battle, seeing Seron and Mordus locked in battle. Mostly knights, accompanied by a few shieldguards sought to form a steel wall, that came charging towards the fiery, tailed Fieran soldier. They realized he was a threat, and they were going to deal with him appropriately. The line of steel rolled over the ground, plowing aside some Fieran soldiers that didn't know what hit them. They had to act fast, because they know that it wouldn't be long until a second array of fireballs was flung their way. In between the shields, a few spears appeared, turning the wall into a spiked hammer.

Seron and Mordus were still locked in mortal combat with one another. The Fieran's speed and agility were an even match for the Leongardian's strength and stamina. Whatever attack one attempted, it was always soon countered by a well-placed dodge or parry from the other. Both of them were aware of the action going on around them, as they knew that Leongardian wall was drawing closer. Each was now trying to think of a plan to turn this into an advantage.

[Eddren]

Brevsin moved backward from the wall, cursing. That thing would be nigh-impenetrable to any fire-based attacks, and any attempt to close in on those spears would make short work of him. Normally, he'd risk it, but he saw those were the famed knights of Leongarde, and they were far too skilled for him to simply kill them off. Well, He thought, moving back as he thought, The Fire Mages aren't ready to release another Volley. I bet that if I could halt them for long enough, they could blast them. He frowned, But if I attempt to stand still at any single point, they'll likely just surround me. It'll be those Shield-Guards all over again.

Finally making his decision, Brevsin whirled behind a Leongarde soldier, kicking him toward the shield-wall before raising his sword, "If there's any infantrymen, now would be a good time to stop that wall from plowing through the battlefield!" As if to compound this, Brevsin leaned over and blew, fire blooming from his mouth. Clawing the sword into the ground so as to avoid moving backward, he hoped to at least hold the men at bay until reinforcements could arrive.

[Tolvo]

As the wall of shields formed near to him Lestoph found himself in a poor position, slowly he backed towards the shield wall making sure to move in between the spears. At arm reach now the wall slightly opened allowing him through, during this time he made sure to keep his eyes forwards so that none could just charge through the opening. With it closed behind himself the former Disgeran lifted his left hand aiming it towards Seron which the wall was getting closer to. He shook visibly as a dark ball of pure energy released over the shoulders of his fellow men and floated towards the Fieran commander. He put all of his concentration into guiding it carefully making sure that if it would at all seem like it would collide with Mordus that he would aim it into the air and pull it away.

[E1Alpha]

The Fieran soldiers heard the call of Brevsin, and quickly rushed up to his side, spears lined up before them, towards the oncoming wall, taking cover behind the blazing flames that were sprouting from Brevsin's mouth.
The wall of Leongardian steel kept on marching, although its advance was slowed, the flames washing over their shields, behind which they took cover, slowly but surely stepping forward. After a few steps, the spearmen that had gathered up alongside Brevsin nodded to one another, before calling out to eachother. "Now! Push forward!" With that, the spearmen rushed forward, through the flames that were slowing the Leongardian push, igniting their weapons in the process as they used the smoke and fire as cover for a surprise push, digging their spears forward, in between the opposing shields, as pained cries came from the Leongardian side, the flaming weapons digging into flesh. In turn, Leongardian blades and spears came forward to get rid of the Fieran soldiers. The eventual goal seemed to have been accomplished: The Leongardians had stopped pushing and were now focusing on surviving.

Mordus and Seron had not even begun to run out of stamina. The two warriors duking it out with eachother resulted in a symphony of metallic clangs and echoes. Neither was willing to give pause to the other, but none of them had managed to land a succesful blow on the other. But that was soon to change.
Nobody on the battlefield was able to react in time, as a dark orb soared over the area. Any Leongardian who saw it instantly knew what its source was: The Disgeran. Although he was not known by name, his presence was a well-known fact, and not one that was welcomed with open arms.
However, the Leongardians felt hope rise in their hearts, as the dark energy ball connected with Seron's left shoulder. The dark energies bursting into the man's fibers as he cried out. Mordus saw this opening and he was not going to let anyone ruin it. With a roar, he brought his blades up above his head and cleaved them both straight down, digging the metallic edges into Seron's shoulders, severing his collarbone on both sides. The Fieran commander cried out as he dropped his weapon in pure agony.

All Fieran eyes upon this scene widened. Total horror struck, but was soon turned into a furious rage.
"The commander has been struck! Destroy them!" Rage was overcoming the Fieran soldiers as they sought to push into the enemy lines once more, rage fueling their weapons now, although they seemed to had lost their hold over themselves aswell.
While the Leongardians were at first surprised by the sudden vigor, they were slowly taking advantage of the murderous vengeance of the Fieran army, culling their infantry rather fast.

[Eddren]

"NOO!" Brevsin screamed as he watched helplessly as his commander fell to the ground, blood gushing from both sides. In a fell mood, he looked around. First, he would kill the commander; then, the knight. Looking over at the spearmen, he raised his sword, shouting to them, "With me! We're gunna kill those bastards and make sure their commander feels our steel!" Like a demon, he launched into a battle with a segment of the shield-wall. Pulling out a shortsword, he brought it up on a spear that was just coming out. His longsword swiped to the right, cutting down on another spear who had aimed to take advantage of the hole in his defense. There was a blood-red haze, and only one man mattered; Mordus. Kicking the shield-man, he didn't even attempt to finish off the men whom he had left open and defenseless, instead taking advantage of the tiny opening he'd made in their defense to slip through, fire streaming from behind him, boosting his speed so he could make it the rest of the way. Charging recklessly toward the commander, he barely avoided a sword to the throat before knocking the sword out of reach. Skilled though those men may be, the Fieran was gambling upon the fact that they weren't expecting to be disregarded.

As he neared Mordus, he grabbed the spear of a nearby soldier, ripping it out of his hands, not even caring if it were Fieran or Leongardian. Raising it so that it was level with the mans' breast, he charged forward, blue fire streaking from all over, in what must have seemed very similar to Seron. "You'll pay!" He cried, abandoning the spear as it either hit or missed, instead readying his longsword before indulging in a furious barrage of attacks. Uppercut, sideswipe to the left, slash lower-right to upper-left, his onslaught was relentless.

[Tolvo]

After witnessing the strike upon Seron Lestoph tried to jump for joy but found himself only lifted slightly off the ground before landing hard on his feet. Not the wisest choice to jump in full plate armor. Now that the situation was lessened he felt relief swim over his body before witnessing a rage filled soldier charging towards Mordus. While there was nothing he could do still he tried to shout and alert the man but knew he couldn't do anything fast enough. "Look out!" He pointed in the direction hoping someone could manage some sort of defense of their commander. Remembering still the fire magi he looked up to the skies where the attacks had come from earlier when he was almost killed in a blast. A nearby soldier was not a part of the wall but was standing ready to replace another should they fall. Lestoph gave them a tap on the shoulder to get their attention. "I can help use deal with an attack from those pyro-casters. But someone is going to have to carry me afterwards."

[E1Alpha]

Brevsin brave charge caught many of the soldiers on both faction unprepared, as they just barely managed to get out of its way, mistaking the raging warrior for a fatal flaming attack. The warning giving by Lestoph as such fell on deaf ears as most mistook it as a warning to dodge the man.
As the warning rang out, Mordus turned, interrupting himself as he was about to finish off the Fieran commander, only to find a flaming spear come his way.
In an attempt to rapidly bring his blades over to protect himself, he felt the spear scrape along the side of his chest armor, the fact that it didn't strike his chest flat allowing the man to live as he brought his blades crossed before him to shield himself from the Fieran's ruthless attacks.

Seron grunted in pain however, throwing himself away from the duo, onto the ground nearby. Fieran soldiers instantly rushed to his aid to protect the fallen commander, shielding him as one of the men helped Seron to safety.

Mordus was furious about the fact that this infidel had taken his chance for glory, and as such, he tried to bring a powerful kick up into the man's guts after parrying another one of his furious sword strikes, trying to create a gap between them.

The soldier Lestoph spoke to glanced over, looking at the man, it took him a moment to realize who he was, frowning, before nodding. "Alright. Do your best!"

Just as the man said this, the magi up on the cliffs had emerged once more as yet another napalm of flames was cast onto the field, aimed at the bulk of the Leongardian army.

[Eddren]

Brevsin took the strike, coughing up blood as it forced the liquid up through his unfinished kidneys. Still, he rose his dual swords, preparing for another strike. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you." He chanted this under his breath, before charging forward. At the last second, he ducked under, sweeping his longsword up and lunging, shortsword outstretched. The fire rekindled, now, and sent him flying up at the man. At the very least, the soldier thought to himself, he'd crush the mans' sternum and break his own neck in the process.

[Tolvo]

As the fire came down from the skies Lestoph now hung his mace from his left hip holding both hands in the air palms exposed towards the oncoming flames. They roared in the air towards him and his fellow soldiers the heat growing greater and greater. As this death incarnate finally drew close an opposing force lept out from the fingers of Lestoph in an expanse quelling the flame. While he could not save everyone those closer to him along with the general were spared from this explosion. Spent and unconscious Lestoph fell backwards with his arms held out as if he was some sort of poorly designed allegory for something. The previously mentioned soldier caught him with one arm and looked down at the unconscious man. "You did well Disg-I mean, Leongardian."

[E1Alpha]

As Brevsin came forward once more to take down Mordus, the Leongardian grinned, bringing his blades in horizontally to try and decapitate the Fieran. However, when the Fieran dropped down, Mordus knew what was going to happen. In a desperate attempt to dodge the attack, he tried to sidestep, but to no avail, as the Fieran's blades came up and, although missing their original target, grinded over the armor of the mighty Leongardian, leaving searing marks as Mordus' balance was lost and he toppled over, falling onto his back.

The Leongardians were unable to react, even though a large number of their soldiers were saved from the flaming death that came down onto them.
Another man joined up with the soldier carrying Lestoph to safety. He saw what Lestoph did and no longer cared for his heritage as he had proven his will to safe his comrades that very moment. The two of them carried Lestoph back to the beach head that they had set up when they entered the battle. Should Lestoph come by, he would be able to join the battle again, if not, he was already safe.

The same counted for Seron, as none of the Leongardians was able to pursue the Fieran commander, who by had been taken back to the safety of their own defensive lines.

[Eddren]

As the man fell over, Brevsin rammed a foot onto the wrist of the commands' left arm, pinning it in place, while holding his shortsword to the right arm. Longsword pulled back, he thrust it toward the exposed throat of the commander, fire streaking from his arm. Whatever it connected with, however, would be the last of his standing attacks, because immediately afterward, he had a coughing fit, taking several steps back before stumbling. Blood flecks flew out, and he dropped his shortsword in favor of grasping his throat, instead. There's--There's nothing I can do. He looked around for some form of support; someone to help him; a healer, perhaps. Because as he was now, there was no way he'd make it to the defensive line. Then he looked at the Commander, and, in one last, desperate act to make sure the man was dead, picked up the shortsword and hurled it at him, blue fire exploding outward.

[E1Alpha]

(Volvo's character has turned inactive in the battle)

Mordus snarled, feeling his arm pinned down, before glancing up at the man who stood over him at this point, dropping his weapons in the process. As he felt the shortsword aimed towards his other arm, he was gazing down at the longsword that was now aimed at his throat and being pulled back for the finishing blow. Mordus however, snarled as he pulled his right hand up none the less, the shortsword grinding along the metal of his his gauntlet, as the hand came up in between himself and the blade, deflecting the weapon as it was pushed off course and grinded along the side of Mordus' helmet, aswell as the gauntlet.
As his assailant was forced to stumble away in a coughing spree.

In the battle itself, no healers were present. All of them were in the back lines, most now tending to Seron.

As Mordus pushed himself up slowly grasping his blades, Leongardians came rushing up to his side, snarling at Brevsin.
Mordus began to laugh out loud, mocking the Fieran.
"You wasted the last of your energy. You should have kept it to run for your life. Now I shall ensure your e-..."
The man was cut short, as a shortsword came hurling towards him, cleaving into his face by wedging itself into the wide visor in the front of the man's helmet, with the blue flames igniting and pouring into the man's armor, causing Mordus to roar out.
However, the man would not stop. He was on fire now and about to die, but he seemed to become more and more furious. His thundering roar startled even his own men, who begun to back away.

"Agh.. Agh... Raagh! FIRANOS!"

Ignoring Brevsin now, Mordus knew he was going to die there. But he would die with glory, as the flame engulfed man leaped into the Fieran troops, ancient energies in his body beginning to pile up, the magic of the Silver Lion. All Fieran and Leongardian eyes turned to the black, armor clad man, who crashed into the Fieran armies, unleashing the energy in his body in a blue firestorm, with the roar of a lion echoing over the battlefield. He instantly wiped out a large number of Fieran soldiers, as both Firanos and Leongardian, both terribly weakened made the final push.

Two Fieran soldiers rushed up to Brevsin, reaching out to grasp him and pull him behind them, to cover him from the Leongardian onslaught. "Go, brother! You have given us a chance!" Another soldier rushed up to Brevsin, seeking to drag him along to behind the Fieran lines.

As that happened, Leongardians were roaring out aswell. "Mordus has sacrificed himself for our cause! Fight on! We shall prevail in his name!"

[Eddren]

Brevsin, spent, managed a weak smile. "I thank you, brother, but it is something any of us would have done...Were I only able to stop him before he released such power on our own..." By this time, he was phasing in and out of reality. The world was swimming before him, and it was all the man could do to give as little of his meager strength to getting behind the lines. Unarmed in practically every way, Brevsin silently thanked the Pheonix that it had seen fit to watch over him on this day, before collapsing behind Fieran lines.

[E1Alpha]

<With both player characters and commander NPCs out of action, this battle ends here.>
<Judging will now commence. Please refrain from posting here until further notice.>

[E1Alpha]

<Judging has finished, and as decided through a very close tie-breaker: The victory goes to Firanos!>

The Fieran forces continued to push onwards. Even though Mordus' final attack had sacrificed a great number of their men, Firanos was in no position yet to back down.
The two armies seemed to be yet again at a stalemate.. Until the Fieran mages once more showed, flinging another napalm barrage down at the Leongardians.
With no way to defend themselves from it, the Leongardian were almost blown away by the attack. Their ranks were broken as the inferno rained down upon them, their numbers were decimated.

Finally, the expected thing came: "Retreat!"

At that cry, the Leongardians tried to once again close their defense and make a run for it. The Fierans saw they were on the run and pushed on. Even though they failed to claim too much more Leongardian lives, the Leongardian army was on the run.
As soon as these forces crossed the border back into the Ilean Mountains, the Fieran army cried in joy and victory. The day was theirs. They had succesfully protected their home.

<All players are allowed one final post should they wish so. Please notify if you have no need for a final post.>

[Tolvo]

As the men fled back towards their own lines it came time for those watching over Lestoph and carrying him upon their backs. Closer and closer the enemy line got when it appeared as if it would be breathing down upon their necks. They believed they could feel burning blades shortening their neck hairs. When it was just about time for a swift death the two found themselves running without any burden. Their heads turned to see Lestoph planted firmly upon his feat pointed back towards their own lines. The two nodded and continued fleeing as he awaited the enemy. A spear collided with his side but thankfully his armor provided protecting from the strike. His attacked was caught off guard by this allowing for a quick overhead strike to break the weapon. As Lestoph pulled his arm back to finish him a sharp point found its way into his lower back. This was followed by around five more as the skewered him from behind saving their brethren. Before they could remove their weapons the former Disgeran twisted and fell onto his side bleeding heavily causing the weight to break the heads of their weapons. Awaiting death his consideration as a threat was lost causing them to move on. Though his vision faded with a wild grab one of their ankles met his hand tripping them. As they tried to gather what had just happened a heavy fist met with the back of their skull prompting them to scream loudly. The others looked back seeing that their ally was in trouble rushing to his side. Lestoph continued to pound the many relentlessly drawing great amounts of blood finally pressing his wrist onto the man's throat choking him. When the others arrived they used their broken weapons to strike at the armored foe which fueled a retaliation shattering a knee cap with his mace. With the last of his effort Lestoph brought his mace down upon the fallen man's skull destroying it outright. His friends grew angry and began to strike at the Leongarde knight hoping to cause as much pain before his death as possible but it was too late. Burned beyond recognition and essentially disemboweled there was no life left in the husk. However his effort did save the lives of those two who risked their own for his. The distraction allowing them back into the hands of Leongarde where they may fight another day, and die another day.

[Eddren]

Brevsin was barely in any condition to walk, much less be awake. And while he was not doing the former, he was most certainly the latter. Gritting his teeth as the healers began their intricate work of rebuilding his organs, he shouldered through the pain for but one reason. Seron, his leader...The man he'd attempted to save, only to be at the cost of so many lives...He had to see the man up and walking as soon as possible. I'll not pass out from pain. I must see that I have succeeded in at least one regard! However, this was difficult to achieve. His vision was swimming; everything was blurring; and there was a damnable itch all over his gut, from the healing going on. It appears his flames had devoured almost an entire kidney. One which they had to rebuild. "How...Long before I can walk?" Even to himself, the words seemed weak. Distant. As if he could not even muster up the strength to take a good, long breath to say them.
The healers looked at him for a moment, before shaking their heads. "Well, if you can walk under painful conditions as well as you can stay awake, next morning. If you plan on actually walking without pain, in the next week." That was their only distraction; now, they returned to the matter at hand. Saving another life.

[E1Alpha]

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