The command to march has been given in the morning, the sounds of skittering feet waking Kheexrakch up, forcing themselves up, they quickly stumble after their ‘allies’, in the loosest possible meaning due to them all being willing to stab them in the back, but they march on anyways, although, with careful consideration on who is behind them, After a while of marching through the green forests with a bunch of animals running away from them [and a Manticore attacking the column as well, but it died before it reached Kheexrakch, so it doesn’t matter] they eventually got to the would-be battlefield, the elves prepared and ready, and that War Queen named Amelia at the head of the snake
“CHAAARGE!” the Rat-Man Warlord squeals, his minions careening at the elves, Kheexrakch [Who I shall now refer to as Khee(Key)] charged slightly slower than the others despite his superior [Athletics] skill because he didn’t want to get stabbed and bleed out, the battle is hectic, wave tactic being used on the Rat-Man’s side, and a simple hunkering down in the trenches for the Elves, Khee stands, watching the ensuing battle, before moving in themselves, until they see a viciously serrated greatsword swinging down at them, the sword of War Queen Amelia, Khee flinched back, watching the sword dig into the soft dirt
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[Passive Skill Gained: Evasion Level 1]
“You might just survive Amelia, Rodent~ “ the feminine voice rings out, falling on deaf ears as Khee is far too weak to hear her
Khee viciously swings his rusted Scythe-spear, as Amelia twisted her sword, Khee felt the shock travel up their arms, the blades of the sword and war scythe grit and grind against each other, Amelia sports a triumphant grin, while Khee gives a grimace filled with malice, The Vemrin swung it’s wooden shield at the elf, only for the straps to be cut, the shield flying off, slamming into a tree, shattering the rotten wood and sending the metal pieces of the shield scattering
Khee lunged backward, giving another vicious swing with their war scythe, having swapped to a two-handed grip due to the loss of the shield, which Amelia gently danced out of the way, the blade never coming close to touching her lithe body, She gently touched Khee’s shoulder, and then all they knew was PAIN