Rise of the Horde

His eyes blazed with anger after seeing that it was only their group that was now being attack and the other half of them after the split caused by their opponents were left alone. “What’s wrong with these mutts! They are ignoring the others and focusing on us! This is crazy!” his annoyed voice was quickly drowned out by the howls and snarls of the wolves that were circling around them but his comrades heard what he said. “Let’s go!” someone shouted then seven people dashed away from their group, “By the sands! May you die a horrible death!” the man with the bandana glanced at their fleeing backs a bit before turning his attention on the warg that was trying to claw its way through his shield. Laughter soon escaped his lips after seeing that the five of the seven fools were torn to shred by the giant wolves, “Serves you right!”

The remaining group now only had fourteen people left which made it extremely difficult for them to repel the wargs that were all over them in all directions. “Captain, what do we do?” a man wielding a short spear turned his attention to their leader and so did the others in their group and even those who weren’t part of their group also did so since they don’t want to gamble their lives like the seven who dashed away to get to safety. “Stay together and don’t do anything foolish…They are as tired as us already…” he pointed towards their opponents which were visibly breathing heavily, “And there’s not a lot of them left…Some of them are already wounded while others are on their last legs…” he continued after observing their foes. There were more than thirty giant wolves left but many of them were already badly injured which they could take advantage of. He was about to spout more words of encouragement but before his first word could be fully uttered by him, their foes lunged at them en masse and took down six of those at the front in one go. Two of those who were jumped on by the wargs had battle energies covering their bodies but after flickering for a few breaths, it disappeared and left them vulnerable to the claws and fangs of the wargs.

There were now only eight of them in their group but their foes only lose two, “What now?” the short-spear wielding man questioned while enduring the pain of his lacerated left calf, he was putting more weight on his right leg just to remain standing and he didn’t know for how much longer would he be able to put up with the pain. The wargs resumed on their attack after ensuring that the six that they jumped on were dead by tearing huge chunks of their neck, almost separating their heads from their bodies. The dagger wielding woman stepped up and let out a series of furious swipes with her weapons which repelled the wargs a bit and inflicted a lot of wounds on them. She was the one who proposed for their allies to make use of the walls of the nearby buildings to get inside the formation of the Drakhars which successfully threw the soldiers of Adhalia into chaos after their formation was sabotaged by the move of their foes. “Safiya…do you have anymore good ideas?” the leader of the group turned to her as he had no idea on how they should proceed with their current situation, Safiya nodded her head then pointed towards their previous allies who were watching them struggle against the giant wolves, “We should make a break for it and run towards them… We’ll drag our foes along and force those cowards to fight again.”

Since he can’t think of a better idea, the captain just nodded his head in response while the other three who weren’t a member of their group had looks of unease on their faces since the mangled bodies of the five among the seven who dashed away before were still there, just a few meters away from them and they were still spilling fresh blood to the ground. “What do we do?” one of the three whispered to the one beside him as he bashes an opponent with his shield, “I don’t know…but I have a daring idea…” the shortest of the three whispered back in reply. The other two were interested in his idea but when he told them what they were going to do, they sweated bullets in alarm. “How sure are you that the wargs won’t just aim for us and not them?” the one holding a giant sword among the three had the sharp end of his weapon against the ground as his exhausted arms can no longer support the weight of his weapon and he was trying to conserve whatever remained of his strength to swing his weapon when necessary.

“Have you noticed that among all the separations that happened… Their group were always among the ones who were continuously being assaulted by our foes. I have a hunch that these giant wolves are attacking us for some reason and I think they are aiming for a specific target which is someone among them but I don’t know who is it specifically.” He secretly pointed towards the group of five who were a bit to their right, “What about those five over there who died because they tried to separate themselves from us…” the one using a combination of a sword and shield refuted while giving the warg that was in front of him a powerful kick after stunning it with his shield.

The shortest of the three swung his club at the face of the warg that tried to jump on him and sent it whimpering back in pain, the blunt force of his attack shattered a portion of the warg’s fangs while causing its mouth to bleed but all that did was infuriate the warg which stared at him with menacing eyes before jumping back on him again but after a flurry of bashes from him finally took down the giant wolf. “Them…huff…They were just…huff… unlucky…huff…ha…” he was trying to catch his breath as he briefly pointed his blood stained weapon at the mangled corpses of the five among the seven who tried to dash away to safety. “Are you certain with your hunch?” the one with the giant sword questioned as he leaned against his weapon to maintain his balance as his right leg was severely injured and a huge part of his shinbones was out in the open. “It’ called a hunch for a reason…huff…because it’s a guess and it’s uncertain.”

The three drove back the next assault of the wargs as they stuck themselves together while also maintaining a reasonable distance from the other five, they still needed their presence to alleviate the pressure that they were subjected upon. “We’ll rush out and head towards them!” the captain of Safiya’s group pointed towards the nearest group of audience, “NOW!” he quickly followed up after sending a warg flying and the members of his group chased after his back. The short-spear wielding man can’t manage to keep up with their paces and he lose his balance after accidentally applying too much pressure on his injured leg, the wargs didn’t waste the chance and they pounced on him, his screams of pain echoed through the streets but it quickly died down after his neck was bitten which only allowed him to make some gurgling sounds with his blood. The three were only afforded a split of a moment to decide whether they should follow after Safiya’s group or not, the two were still hesitating and when they were about to charge after them, the shortest of them grabbed them and held them back, “May Faerush show us mercy…” the man with the giant sword mumbled as he closed his eyes since it was now impossible for them to escape if their ally’s hunch was incorrect.

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