Pitch battle was something new to Chris, he had fought duels a plenty, but those were usual one on one affairs or him against more than one opponent.

The madness of a mass melee was a new and all too terrifying experience. The sounds of warriors screaming and dying as their weapons clashed was further enhanced by the mixing of explosives and gun fire.

Everything felt like a blur as he charged through the masses of the enemy with Lucius-Aurora swinging from side to side in a blood lusted frenzy. He punched, kicked and elbowed away any that he could not cut apart with his sword, but such foes were far and few between.

To his left he noticed one of the enemy soldiers aiming their black rifle at him. A sharp sound filled the air as a red hot projectile was fired from the barrel and towards him.

The shot might have surpassed the speed of sound, but Christian Ddraig was a Knight and he was faster. With contemptuous ease he smacked the projectile out of the air with Lucius-Aurora and he rushed the soldier.

In panic the silver soldier fired off more shots, but even though they could not touch Chris. His sword on the other habd did touch the soldier and Chris watched as the warrior crumbled to the ground, their silver now crimson red.

He did not have much time to contemplate his kill as more enemy combatants came chargeing towards him, but they died all the same.

He was so caught up in the battle, surviving and killing, that a haze had fallen upon his mind. He did not know how long he had been fighting or even just how many he had dispatched. It did not matter, not when he had so much rage to pour out.

But that haze soon proved a liability, it blinded him to everything else but the enemies ahead of him. He did not notice that he had been cut off from the main body of Avalonian defenders who had formed a counterattack which followed his lead.

Perhaps he would have realised this if he had been given some breathing room, but he was now alone in an ocean of silver warriors who rushed him from near every damn direction.

His mind and body were in overdrive as he was in constant motion, swinging Lucius-Aurora from side to side, constantly creating mist wraiths to distract some and using ice shards as projectiles against others.

He was a perpetual motion machine of death, the blue blade in his hand had long turned a deep scarlet and if Chris could have seen himself, he would have recoiled from the blood drunk grace with which he fought.

"Damn it," he cursed as he caught a warhammer to the abdomen.

The blow might have been mitigated by his armour, but it still knocked the air from out of his lungs and left his legs feeling weightless, like he would tip in a second. But Chris would not fall, instead he manifested a mist wraith to blind his attacker and a quick stab from his blade dropped said attacker.

But that did not stop other blows from swords, axes and even gun fire from finding their mark. And though he avoided many more attacks, there were those few that slipped past his defenses and left their mark on dented armour and bruised flesh.

"It hurts, Leza above it hurts," he mentally wailed as he almost buckled over from the impact of each blow which landed home.

He fought against every instinct that told him to turn and run, to escape the cause of his excruciating pain. But he would not flee, he was a Knight and something inside hungered still for more victims.

But eventually his will did not matter anymore. Some warrior clad in scarlet red plate and wearing a helmet shaped into the form of a lion, pushed their way through the ranks of the enemy.

Chris had just finished off a downed opponent when he saw this lion warrior rushing towards him. He tried to raise Lucius-Aurora fast enough to block the warriors massive sword, but every part of his body ached from a mixture of exhaustion and the blistering wounds that burned beneath his armour.

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He was too slow and the blow struck him across the chest and it felt like every bone in his chest crumpled like a wet piece of paper. He was launched off his feet and he landed hard on his back.

The lion warrior towered over him and raised their blade to end this. Chris did not know what to feel, he wanted to let loose some defiant quip against his possible killer. But the panic that was bubbling through him had taken away his voice and he could only watch as the lion warrior brought down their great sword.

The blow never came, a red blur had come with a trail of fire and it struck the lion warrior hard enough to send the warrior flying ten meters into the air.

A burst of flames from the blur forced some other silver soldiers back and Chris soon found himself grasped by a pair of hands which pulled him back to his feet.

His saviour left him speechless and dumbfounded. "Pyrrha, how?!"

There she was, in all her glory with her red hair and spear engulfed in a blaze of flames. "Christian, it has been a while."

"How did you get here, how did you find me?"

"The entire garrison was moved here just after you left." she responded as she used her spear to smack an incoming projectile away. "You haven't made yourself too difficult to find."

That was when the haze was fully lifted off of him. Chris realised that the full body of the Avalonian troops were engaging the invaders thirty meters away and where he stood were multiple dead, all slain at his hands.

"Was this me?" he thought in disbelief as he looked at some unfortunate soul that he had hacked into multiple bloody pieces.

He felt his stomach twist into a knot as he finally took in the chaos that he had wrot here. He had never felt so terrified by his own capacity at butchery, but he could not focus on that now, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind.

"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked in concern.

"I... " Chris almost let his true thoughts slip through his mouth, but he held his tongue and said. "I am fine, I am just a little sore."

"Okay, we need to get back to our lines." Pyrrha said with her eyes focused not on him, but on the silver soldiers who were slowly approaching them.

"That's quite a distance to cover."

"We can make it," Pyrrha confidentialy responded as she smacked another projectile out of the air.

"And what gives you that confidence?" he asked her as he tried to formulate a plan that wasn't just mad dashing through the silver soldiers who stood between them and their salvation.

"We have eachother...." he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt embarrassment as she spoke. "...and your friends are clearing a path for us."

His head instantly snapped to the left where through the mass of silver he could see Hamanymu, Ursa and Thor cutting a path forward. The purple archer was constantly letting loose a mass volley of arrows and those who got past them were met with her earthen magics which produced hands of stone that held them down and even tried to struggle them.

Hamanymu constantly shifted from using his sword to cut down foes and his shield as a bashing weapon to knock over whatever formations they thought would stop him. He stabbed his sword into the earth and out of the ground came a golden floor that unleashed a pollen which set everything that they touch alight.

But the the true wreaking ball amongst them was Thor. His entire body was covered in orange arcs of electricity which electrocuted anyone that got too close, that was if they were not sent soaring close to twenty metres in the air from a single blow from Mjølnir.

"Then lets get out of here," Chris whispered to Pyrrha.

The elf smirked, she raised her burning spear and from her hand came the ethereal red threads of magic which began to cooless around the spear. Chris was confident that he knew exactly what she was creating.

"An Alpha-Spell, might want to take a step back. "

" Kaush Dealga!" she roared with a unnaturally viscous snarl.

She thrust her spear forward and the golden weapon became a red hot molten liquid in her hand. The liquid shot forward as a myriad of spiked tendrils the lashed out at many of the enemy combatants.

Every piece of metal that the burning tendrils struck were transmuteted into molten liquid near instantaneously. Those who's weapons were struck were the lucky ones, for they could just drop them. Those whose armour or helmets were struck screamed in agony as the supernaturally hot metallic liquid burnt flesh.

These half burned men and women stumbled back blindly into their own ranks, causing a mass panic and giving Chris and Pyrrha the opening that they needed to flee.

And they did not waste any time, they turned and began running back as fast as they could. Even as arrows and projectiles from behind flew past them close enough to nick at their armour.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Ursa shouted as they got closer.

"I know, I am sorry" Chris apologized as he encased a nearby enemy in a thick layer of ice.

"No you aren't!" the archer angrily responded. "Running off like that, you would have gotten yourself killed, idiot!"

He wanted to irritably tell her that he understood, but he could not. Looking back to his choice, he could not deny that it was stupidly reckless, he was lucky to make it out alive, and yet something inside him felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the deaths he had caused.

"We should should fall back!" Hamanymu shouted as he cut down four foes who tried dog pilling him.

They would have, but something fell out of the heavens on high, halting them. This thing struck the earth hard enough to leave a crater within the earth and laying within the smoking earth was his sister.

"Ishtar," he whispered as he looked at her weakly attempting to crawl to her feet.

Chris did not consciously think about rushing for his sister, but his legs began moving on their own. Those silver warriors who tried to enter the crater and cut down his sister were not spared when he caught them. After turning the ground wet with crimson life essence, he leaped into the crater and he helped steady his older sibling.

"Hey, calm down" he said as he stopped her from tipping over. "What happened?"

"The woman, she was brimming with dark energy , she destroyed the mountain."

"The woman, who is..." Chris never got to finish his question as two other figures leaped into the crater and much to his dismay, he saw that it wasn't his friends nor did they look like an Avalonian Knight or Asikari.

For they were both Fae and while one was dressed in blue and silver armor, the other was addressed in a soft purple armour with a cold iron facemask that was shaped into the visage of a beautiful woman.

In this warriors hand was a large scythe that made Chris wince just by looking at how brightly the weapons edges shimmered. Ishtar pushed herself out of Chris's arms and even if she was still a bit wobbly, she stood tall and strong as she glared at the two.

""Will you look at that Freya, I do believe that I have found our targets. Your foolish sister would have learned something if she followed my orders." the scythed warrior spoke with a prideful sneer.

"Of course lady Virgo."

"Now, hello little children. We are the Zodiac of the Lunar Empire, now be good little royal brats and come with us" the woman spoke with a wide grin.