Admiral of the Fourth fleet Elana was a beautiful blonde and any other time she would have had men flocking to marry her, if they could deal with her; but at that particular moment, she was drenched in Demon blood alongside some of her own, she screamed her head off as she fought what seemed like endless hordes. Her own troops had a few scrapes, but most were simply awed by the bloody figure who fought the Demons, beautiful even in the ugliest situation, brave, daring, making the hearts of her soldiers beat harder, as their commander dived into danger.
“Casper! Get back here Casper! Amalric, come back and fight! Damn you all!” She shouted, gesticulating with every shout.
Her metal Golems, sliced necks, and in some cases outright saved her troops; bludgeoning Demons and catching fatal blows that were meant for flesh havers. The Golems an extension of her will, dense metallic beings that even if not as big as a Demon, could take any hit and continue the fight with intensity.
“Other summoners! Gather around the admiral!” One of her lieutenants shouted shrilly.
“I am going to break their siege! I am going to break their control of our country! Whose with me?” She screamed, to much enthusiasm.
Soaked in blood, others did indeed join her, two other summoners who had earth elementals bolstered her forces, immediately pushed the Demon forces back, large rock Golems wrestled and grappled Demon soldiers, stopping them from harming their summoners.
“Admiral, we are the last summoners connected to army command here! Allow us to join you.”
She nodded, her hair done in a ponytail, soaked like a quill in blood, her steel blade sheen with hot crimson too. Her two lieutenants were a water elemental user Jafar, her lead navigator, and an Ice mage Izotz, a silver haired gentleman, whose height of two metres was almost as impressive as his magic. Izotz summoned ice elementals, which were used like mobile artillery, shrill sounds of salvos left his summoned creatures which were followed by the sounds of Demons croaking in their blood as these projectiles hurtled, pierced and impaled. Izotz single handedly routed an entire section of Demon infantry, who were promptly slaughtered by their own side to enforce discipline however brutally; he had a devastating impact on the Demon’s morale, the Golems were already something, but ice falling in arcs toward the enemies, with never-ending vigour left the Demons totally bereft of initiative. Elana pressed on. She ran down some slopes and up others, her Golems and her allies’ Golems fanned out to catch and alert the summoners to any ambuscades. Cahov Demons had headed south to invade Urir and had formed a massive camp, in fact there were at least four; Izotz laid waste to one, the Golems concentrating on defending the summoners. The camp belonged to Grand General Costros, a Devil who promptly summoned reinforcements. Elana did not have many men with her, she had 10 crossbowmen, a few summoners, and all the summoned creatures; the rest were guarding Fortus and would tell her if the city was under attack, and if reinforcement was needed. Millions of Demons descended on their position, Izotz and Jafar produced a torrent of water and ice and blood. Lakes of blood. Demons slumped to their knees, impaled to trees, outright shot in the head. The metallic blood was everywhere, everything was red, blood trickling off of tree stumps, the metal Golems which were a mix of shiny and matt steel coloured, were now also covered in a red hue. The Ice and water diluted the blood somewhat, but made the ground boggy. Elana in the midst of the fighting managed to rescue 50 crossbowmen stuck in a tower, her steel Golems sliced Demons in half, but quite often were destroyed in the process. Large meteorites hit and killed 15 crossbowmen, but the rest managed to be rescued, scrambling, falling over, hitting rocks or scraping elbows and knees on sticks and dirt. The crossbowmen were weary, bloody, and running behind cover; Izotz provided thousands of icicles a second successfully covering their flanks, Demon soldiers were hit and the projectiles melted into puddles alongside the Demon blood. Half an hour and Elana had destroyed three of the four camps, and had unwittingly derailed the Cahov invasion of Urir, Earth Demons lizard riders could be seen riding through Cahov imps, then cheering their victory. The Urir army neatly on their side of their border, their orange uniforms likewise covered in red blood.
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“Glory to Amalkur! Glory to Urir!” An Urir soldier screamed, getting a raucous response from his comrades.
“There are Sumar soldiers there, they must be responsible for this,” the lizard rider said, “thanks be to you!” He shouted.
Elana stared at them with a snarl, and spat on the ground. The Earth Demons were intimidated and awe struck by the woman. They all stared unblinking at this beast, scarier than any monster, their orange complexions covered in dread, covered in the blood of the dead, sweat crinkled their shirts, lamellar leather armour having dents and cuts; in truth they were exhausted. Tears in their eyes, and elation at having won.
We did it. They collectively thought.
The Uriri cheered, Elana scowled at them.
“No doubt they’d wage war on us if they weren’t invaded,” she muttered.
Is that a human? My god and a woman. And what a woman too.
A she-wolf by personality and achievement, her blue eyes sharp and vengeful. She advanced eastwards and took two smouldered fortifications, rescuing one beleaguered spearman who was promptly sent to Fortus to reinforce the defence.
“Thank you ma’am!”
She glared at the man she saved and continued her march eastwards, she took two more forts, but there were no men alive, only corpses. Men strewn on the battlements, the bricks broken, towers laid on the floor, smouldering smoke and recently killed.
“Those bastards…” Izotz muttered angrily, “we must kill more of them. I will kill more of them.’
Elana glanced at her loyal mobile artillery maker, giving a brief curt nod to indicate she agreed with him. She scanned the battlefield, a mess that she couldn’t help feel a little sad about.
“We will need to make camp eventually,” Elana said, “these pricks,” she muttered.
A Demon scratched her back, she tumbled it and sliced it in half, the sound of claws had been audible to all, the pain imagined by all. Elana turned her head to her comrades.
“Pour brine on me!” She demanded, “fuck…” she seethed.
A man stood with a staff, scraggly, thin but muscly, going for functional use.
“Death to Sumar!”
Golems tried to cut him down but the staff destroyed a Golem, when Demons appeared he destroyed them too.
“Demons, Sumar, they’re all the same,” he said, “all they want is our taxes, all they give is our lives.”
“I am liberating the Kingdom from the Demon invaders,” Elana said, “get the fuck out of the way!”
“Never!” The figure said, gesticulations even more aggressive.
Demons tried to attack the scraggly peasant, their heads lopped off. Straight blades on each end of his staff.
“Izotz!” Elana shouted.
The warrior peasant disappeared running into the countryside, icicles fell on the battlefield killing only Demons. Elana scowled, she unsheathed her sword and looked at the countryside, much of it burnt to ash, but there was fighting up ahead. It snowed ash in many places, the falling dry cinders producing gasps from awe struck soldiers.