"What are those things?" Alana said in shock.
Vohl answered as he leapt from his horse. "Those are Thrahks. They are incredibly dangerous. Do not go near them. I will try to get one's attention and control it."
He wasted no time when he reached the battle. He dove into the chaos and slipped in among the enemy, disappearing between them like shadows at dawn. Even when Rommus lost sight of him he could see the Bhoors dropping dead all around him. He was swift and efficient, wasting no motion as he slowly made his way toward the oncoming beasts.
Rommus dismounted and handed the reigns to a stunned Medoran soldier, ignoring him when he asked if he was really Arius. "Alana, stay close to me. That chain mail is not going to do you much good in here. I want you where I can see you."
"I am no amateur Rommus. I can handle myself."
"This is no street fight; this is war. It's too dangerous for you to be on your own, and we don't have time to argue about it now."
She swung her sword at a Bhoor running at her, splitting his stomach open in a gruesome spray of blood and gore. "What's the plan Rommus? What do we do?"
He blocked an attack and crushed a man's skull with the pommel of his sword, sending the man into convulsions. "The men need to see me. I need to get over there where the ground is a little higher. Then I need to find a way to draw attention to myself."
She kicked a man in the groin and hacked at his neck as he hunched over. "Well get going. We can't just stand here."
All the men around them seemed to be in shock. They were confused at the sight of the god of war fighting alongside them, and talking to a female Vindyri warrior as he did so. A few of them were so caught off guard that they fell under the swords of the enemy. Rommus thought that perhaps wearing the armor into the battle was not a good idea after all. It was too late however, and he needed to get to higher ground so that the Medorans could see him and see that the god of war was fighting with them. If he could only inspire them, perhaps they could defeat the enemy.
"Where are the Vindyri soldiers?" she yelled over the roar of battle.
"I thought I saw some black armor over there, but I can't be sure. Everything is just a blurry mess."
He slashed his way through the never-ending wall of Bhoors lapping at the front line like relentless ocean waves. Their leather armor did little to protect them, so when he confronted any, they were not hard to kill. He had lost count of how many he had slain, and he had only been fighting for a few moments. The dead were strewn all about, leaking wet, slippery blood onto the battlefield, making it hard to walk. He almost fell many times, catching himself ungracefully before he hit the ground. There were a few times he felt a sword glance off his armor, but luckily no blade caught his flesh. He pressed onward, making his way toward a small hill where he could be seen more easily.
"Watch your step Alana, and keep an eye out for those Thrahk things," he said as he turned to her. Panic shook his soul when he saw that she was gone.
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