[M] Battle of Paradisuto

[Tolvo]

"But boss he's stronger than us!" The dread infernal locked its blade with the minotaur's axe. Both push against each other while the bull roared, burning green ooze seeped from the armor of the infernal. A satyr rammed the armor of the infernal during the opening but only broke its horns in the process. Destrin slid on his knees and fired. He shot it right in the chest. A large dent appeared and warped the armor as more green ooze shot out. When it hit Destrin it burned a bit. During the opportunity the minotaur struck the infernal on the helm and pushed it back. On the walls raged a battle. The army had reached the walls and were scaling it and fighting the demons now. A poor soul went flying off the wall and landed by Destrin.

[Eddren]

"Look, 'is fuckin' armor's stoppin yer attacks, yeah? An' he's stronger'n you, yeah? So why don't ona'ya big louts get around behind 'im an' jump on! Dogpile 'im! 'E still attacks ya wit' arms, so if ya make 'em useless, ya can kill 'em easy!" He grunted, getting to his feet and then used the various dents and openings in his opponent's armor to swing with the pick, and then Hi, Ho, Away We Go, he flew into the air. As soon as he could, he'd then Sunder the Earth upon the massive thing's head, trying to drop it in one fell swoop. "That's not important, boys! Once this 'ere thing's down, ya need ta get those gets open, right quick!"

[Tolvo]

"But boss we-" The minotaur was interrupted by Destrin fighting the fearsome demonic warrior. His pick wasn't quite enough on its own to strike much deeper in than the bullet. The infernal brooded with rage at him and swung its sword right at Destrin. But then he went up and into the air. Its sword strike cut through one of the satyrs. Its blood splattered Destrin covering him in yet another liquid. Hopefully soon he'd get hit by a barrel of water or something. From the air he struck at the monster's head and its helm split and rang like a bell. But he didn't draw any blood. It still fell over onto the ground with a booming thud. He had knocked it clean out.

Then came more infernals. They rushed down the stairs of the gatehouse and towards Destrin and his allies. They were outnumbered by the monstrosities and would get crushed with ease, only they pushed passed and continued running. "General Pilla!" They chased after their master absentmindedly. With the opportunity open the minotaur bolted up the gatehouse while walking on his knees hunched over to fit inside of it. His mighty arms twisted and the mechanism holding the gate closed pulled it slowly open. On the other side of the gate was the Monarch leading their chevaliers. At Destrin's rear the demon army from within the city was advancing outwards in his direction in the streets.

[Eddren]

The General smirked, moving his arms back and forth to get them good and stretched, then cracked his neck. "See, not that hard, ya jus' gotta--" A fucking Army of the Infernals came down the wall, and the Commander dropped into position to fight...Only for them to move past him, mewling for their beloved General. The man had a good idea of what had happened--The General had likely been fatally shot, with one of the two pistols he'd loaned to his Demon allies.

Destrin looked to the last remaining Demon not working, "Oi.Standby at tha Gatehouse. It's about ta' get a lil' hectic, an' I don't want my allies there thinkin' yer some sorta traitors. Ya did good work, now let ol' Uncle Destrin show take care o' ya." He gestured down toward the knocked-out Infernal. "Better yet, keep that'un from gettin' back up." With that, Destrin turned toward the oncoming forces, mentally preparing to face them out.

And bellowed to the air, "Jogarl! Oi! Jogarl, you lazy bastard! Tha fuck're ya doin'! There's a fight brewin'! Git yer ass over 'ere, or ahm gunna tell tha men that ya got that idea with tha bees from me!"

[Tolvo]

The satyr took to finishing off the infernal. He tried to remove its helm but couldn't and settled for trying to awkwardly fit the blade of its axe into the hole Destrin had made. Up above the minotaur held the gate open at the device and stayed in position. Looking at the cyclops it had defeated the warriors but was bleeding badly. The massive creature was feasting on the bodies and slowly regenerating its wounds. Jogarl burst from a house wearing the skin of a troll while holding his tankard. He was soaked in blood and the skin was a poor disguise that didn't fully cover him. He pointed at Destrin and swore. "Ass!" That was all he said before he picked up a spear and jumped onto the back of the cyclops holding onto it with his bare teeth.

Meanwhile as he prepared himself Destrin was scooped up by a knight on horseback. It was the captain he'd fought beside before. The man looked back at the minotaur with confusion but continued the charge beside the Monarch. They were gleaming in the sunlight but were soon blasted with blood as they ran down the demons before them. Spear lines of warriors began to form warding them off and forcing them to halt their charge. On the walls the mountain trolls continued to throw giant boulders and pieces of buildings over the walls and into the army. General Pilla stood among the flowing oncoming hordes but was suddenly struck in the chest by a magical arrow. He fell to the ground and looked to be getting trampled.

On horseback they clashed with the spears who counter charged their formations. The horses stayed their course while the chevaliers and other nobles fought in the melee. Many were dismounted and some opted to simply dismount ahead of time to join in the fight. The knight captain took a spear to the head but thankfully his armored helm absorbed the blow. "Gods dammit!" He took his sword and decapitated the tainted that had struck him. "Hold here, hold here!" He turned to Destrin. "How do we get out of this one?" A tornado had struck the city. It was making its way through the demonic forces ripping them apart and sending them skyward.

[Eddren]

Destrin pointed to Jogarl. "Oi! Don't you bloody kill 'im! That's my ally, there, e' is! Backed my ass up when General Pilla went lookin' fer backup! 'Ow 'bout ya ask fer a ride, though--A betcha he'll be willin' ta' 'elp ya out!" He grinned, but then was swept up, "Anyway, ah 'ave a battle ta' win, join up when ya can!"

As the Knight-Captain fought his way to the front-line, Destrin grinned at the question. "Simple there, my good friend. We take yer advice." He gestured to the rubble and buildings, "We've got good stone all around us. Start makin' barricades. Once we hold tha walls, this city's ours, so all we 'ave ta' do is keep 'em isolated." He slid off the horse, then saluted. "Use yer Cavalry ta reinforce tha lines--Scout out fer where tha Destruin 'ave broken through, an' requisition reinforcements fer those locations. This 'ere is a straight fight--We just build a noose, an' then we tighten it 'till they squeal."

With that, he turned toward the Destruin and cried out, "Oi, any o' you cursed fools who're workin' fer me, better find yerself a creative way ta' identify yerself right quick, 'cause we're about ta' set up shop! An once we're 'ere, we're not movin' 'till tha Destruin're pacified! As fer tha rest o' ya dumb gits that're still fightin', go look over at General Bitcha there. See 'is broken nose? AH'M tha one that broke it! That fuck fuckin' ran from a straight fight where he 'ad tha advantage! If yer General can't win a fight against a single human, ya've got no chance o' winnin' against an army of 'em! But--If ya surrender right now--I've got a damned good job ah'm willin' ta hire any Demon for! Takin' offers now an' only now, so you better surrender, 'cause ah'm only askin' once!"

[Tolvo]

The Knight Captain gave Destrin a quick nod before charging into the fray once again. Among the demons only a scant few came out of the woodwork. They came from buildings, from flanks, but had their weapons down. Each looked a bit frightened by the two armies, which they were both technically the enemies of. So far though Destrin's own forces managed to not harm any of the allied Destruin creatures.

Around the walls still were the mountain trolls which were monsters outright. They slammed boulders down or even their own limbs onto the humans crushing them. One troll had an Orc woman on its back with a spear dug into its shoulder. Around the areas they had the Southern Alliance soldiers worked to pile rubble and form rudimentary barricades. Desert archers set up firing lines as they were the first ranged groups to make it. They peppered the Destruin with arrows, and aimed mostly for their faces. It was impressive to see their grouping as they hit the mark quite often. Then came the desert knights who joined the front-line. Their curved swords slashed apart the unarmored Destruin and seemed to be inspiring a bit of fear in them.

[Eddren]

"Oi!" He turned his attention to the Desert Archers now, "Those Mountain Trolls 'ave some right thick skulls! If we're gunna take that wall, we need ya ta aim at their arms--Keep peppering 'em with arrows, an' eventually they won't be able ta lift 'em. From there, our men can close in an' finish 'em off!"

Destrin then spoke to the Destruin traitors, "An' you lot, go ahead an' find a ballista. Bring it over 'ere, if ya would. An' some bolts. Take some o' the Captains wit' ya, so tha other soldiers know not ta pepper you wit' arrows on sight." He turned his attention back to the battle at hand and watched over it, nodding. With a few quick steps, he ran forward and leapt into the fray, bellowing "Alright, you cockless freaks, let's see ya face tha might o' a true Southern Charge!"

[Tolvo]

Without hesitation or question the desert archers turned and opened fire on the mountain trolls around the walls. Another group of archers bearing the markings of scorpions fell in behind and joined them. Destrin could see their arrows were coated in something, likely poison. A warrior came through wielding a great long curved sword and began to spin with it into the demonic ranks ripping apart the vile creatures. Destrin's own demons took a few lesser captains with them and began to frantically search for a ballista. There didn't appear to be any around.

Blood flowed down the streets in a mix of red and green making a sickly chunky yellow mix. When Destrin called the enemies cockless roughly half seemed to get a bit angrier while the other half merely tilted their heads and gave a slight shrug amidst the carnage. Soldiers came charging from behind Destrin to join in the fight. Over among the demons Jogarl was hanging on by the skin of his teeth to the cyclops. He rode it into the mass of demons crushing many of them underfoot. The tornado finally disappeared but with that came the falling of hundreds of demon corpses from the skies.

Demons were getting funneled right to the center of the joined army. Desert and feudal warriors fought back to back against the horde of monstrosities. From above swooped in High King Richgarde atop his flying horse. He crashed through a group of gorgons and trolls, he was pitch red with streaks of green and yellow. "For the Alliance!" He screamed and so did all around who fought. Something caught Destrin's eyes. It was a group of elite Destruin infantry moving along the barricades led by a tall figure in white armor.

[Eddren]

Fuck yeah, score! Destrin thought, figuring that anyone leading a bunch of Elites couldn't be anything but the head honcho around here. He didn't turn toward the Archers behind him, but spoke up enough to be heard over the sounds of Combat. "Oi, you lot, ah need ya ta back me up. We're gunna take out that fancy white-armored fellow over there! Shoot down tha' guards!"

With that, the mad General changed courses, fighting his way toward the figure in white. He wouldn't immediately approach, instead waiting until there was a clear line between himself and the figure. Once in position, he would utilize a Stabilized Vault to close the distance, and attempt to use the surprise attack to strike with Sunder The Flesh--A gamble, since this was a tiring maneuver, but one he figured should be able to land...Ah'm not sure, really. Ah figure the demon's probably got eyes in tha back o' his head, if he were smart.