The creature roard after noticing that his sword was repealed by the small one, the soldier on the ground fleed, the monster strook again now with his other sword, Edmund blocked the strike but instead of flying because of the strength of the blow, he used it’s own force against it like he did daily while fighting against Ariadne but his counter strike was blocked by the giant monster that was pushed back, even getting some inches of the ground as Edmund looked at him with a smile on his face.
‘An catapult, that was the name of your kind, different weapons for a different age or you are not complete just like the one I saw in the last fortress.’ Edmund stroked his chin.
The catapult looked at him with rage in its eyes and pressed his swords against one another with such speed and force that sparks came out of it. Another roar came from the creature as he ran towards Edmund, who had prepared himself for the fight.
One after the other, the strikes the creature did against him were blocked and its force was redirected back to the creature that responded with more ferocious blows. The mortar squad was still there packing things up but they stopped for a moment because of the sound the blows were making.
Their attention was pulled to the fight and they saw Edmund doing something like a dance while fighting against the mighty beast as the forest around them was being completely destroyed and parts of trees flew in all directions by the swings of their strikes.
‘Let’s go!!!’ The squad leader shouted as he ran holding a part of the mortar.
The soldiers ran in the direction of the field hospital, holding the different parts of the weapon, hearing the sounds of the blades crashing in the background and trees shattering. One last time the squad leader looked behind and he saw the giant beast flying across his team while they were running, his body hitting the larger trees and the ground with such brute force that he couldn't believe the creature was still alive.
As they continued to go forward, Edmund was standing between them and the beast; he was holding the handle of the sword, and the point of the blade was touching the ground as the young man was walking towards the creature that now was getting up. The last man of his squad passed him, and with his, he turned his back to the scene, having a sense that Edmund was not fighting seriously because he had seen the duchess and him fight, and that was a completely different thing.
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‘You are so weak that even a rail cannon shot could take you down.’ Edmund smiled as he began to run towards the catapult.
The beast was confused as it was getting up; he couldn’t understand how every strike the small creature that was fighting against him was heavier and heavier to the point it launched him this far, but he had no time to think straight because the small creature was already on top of him. striking it with another heavy blow that again was blocked but this time it was already heavy; it didn’t need to be an exchange of blows between the two. This again confused the beast; no one in his home could match this. For the first time in his short life, fear was what his body was feeling; he knew that because it was the same as those thin ones felt back at home.
‘And it goes an arm.’ Edmund swong his sword, severing the catapult right arm.
The beast roared as his arm flew to the side but there was no time to think as he couldn’t feel his other arm too; only his eyes could follow it to the other side but then the small creature was out of sight for a moment and the world began to spin. The last thing he saw was a hunge body on the ground with the small creature to its side scratching his face before darkness swallowed his world.
‘You were definitely not made to close combat, too slow but fast enough against normal soldiers so I understand why you give used swords.’ Edmund was looking at the fallen body of the beast.
Edmund looked at the body for a while, with sounds of the battle in the distance. Thinking more about the differences between this beast and the original catapult from the demon lord army, he remembered that inside of it there was a crystal. He pulled a knife and opened the beast's chest and pulled a shining object of the size of his first. With a wide smile, he looked at the blue object.
‘Maybe there are more of those inside the fortress, maybe even inside of the small ones.’ Edmund cleaned the crystal on his pants before putting in a small bag attached to his thigh.
On the frontlines, the explosions inside the fortress helped the soldiers on the trees because most of the monsters returned to the fortress and stopped trying to swarm their positions; they were not even in a position to advance into the structure because of the wounded soldiers going back and forward from and to the field hospital.
The fact that sometimes their medics had to stop fighting to carry or assist the soldiers to the hospital was really bad going as far as a complete squad wipe in Angel-5 position as multiple mages aimed fireballs at their position and they were only saved by their protective gear. All of those situations were being passed on the radio, making the situation chaotic at times for Alon alone to deal with.
That was enough time for the mortar squad to arrive at Alon’s location and start to position the weapon again, but now, with the help of the rest of the soldiers Alon had at his disposal, he had cleared the path so that it could be used effectively. Again they loaded and launched the rounds at the fortress.
‘Angel-6 to all platoons; use all your explosive cannon rounds against the fortification, over.’ Alon’s voice was heard on Bartel’s radio.
‘This is Angel-3. What about the possible prisoners? Over.’ Bartel protected his eyes from dirt that flew in his direction.
‘They are not a concern anymore; this is too dangerous. Angel-6 out.’ Alon’s calm and cold voice came in all platoon leaders radios.