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Descent into Outland (Page Two - Primary Assault, Linmarion's POV.)
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(( Remember I promised you guys action? ))
The Fel Orc fell, a bloody, gaping hole in his forhead where Linmarion’s arrow had entered. The assault wasn’t doing so badly so far, they had cleared the front of the citadel and reached the entrance with minimal losses.
Carmine was, not surprisingly, on the front lines, along with Tai, a sturdy draenei male paladin, Marcus and Dom. The four had been friends with Linmarion for ages, and were a worthy force on the battlefield.
Linmarion couldn’t help but feel worried about them, especially about Carmine. The twenty-year old blond human was eager to prove himself in war, and often got himself into dangerous situations because of it. Carmine took his place beside Linmarion, bravely cutting down any foe who dared get close to his most valued friend.
A warcry erupted from the elf’s unit as they charged through the entrance, quickly taking formation. The archers and snipers moved behind the pikemen and swordsmen who had made a shield wall at the front, thus blocking and cutting down wave after wave of fel orc and wolf. Every time one soldier in the shield wall fell, a new, refreshed soldier emerged from behind them to take his place. Carmine took his place beside his troops.
Linmarion allowed himself a bit of fun, slinging his bow over his shoulder and unsheathing his two axes in one fluid movement. A grin on his face, he made his way to the front lines and past the shield wall. In case of being overwhelmed, the elf decided to not stray too far from the wall. He did, however, take on as much as four orcs at a time.
Three, rather savage-looking orcs made his way in front of him, each of them raising their weapons to strike down the Kal’dorei. They were at least a foot larger than most of their orc allies, and appeared much stronger. Before they could stain their weapons with as much as a drop of his blood, Linmarion leaped upwards and swiped his axes through the air.
The three red orcs stood there, a look of confusion and manic glee in their faces, soon bursting into laughter at the elf, who appeared to be dancing. As if this was something normal to him, he yawned slightly, smiling innocently at the orcs. Two of the orcs’ facial expressions turned from humour to dismay as the third orc’s head split neatly in half, gushing out a stream of blood before falling to the floor. The same thing happened for the other two.
Linmarion looked around to see how his friends’ groups were doing.
Dom’s troops were being flanked from both sides in a sort of pincer movement, but their shield wall was soon adapting. Marcus’ and Tai’s were doing similarly. Carmine’s group, however, was in chaos.
The plucky human had separated himself from his troops, moving in front and decapacitating every orc he could see, heavily risking being overwhelmed. His troops were forced to break ranks in order to save him, giving the orcs the upper hand. They seethed through Carmine’s group, separating the troops and beating them by sheer numbers.
The elf swore loudly as the small group composed of Carmine and what was left of his soldiers were cut off from the rest and forced down a different path than them, disappearing from sight. Marcus and Dom’s groups merged, then also disappeared from sight under the pressure of the extra fel orcs attacking them that were no longer needed against Carmine.
Looking around, he also realized that Tai’s group had mysteriously disappeared.
Linmarion swore again an orc slammed a punch into his face. The elf, in turn, sank his fist into the orc’s groin, before beheading him with a swift swing of his axe. He looked at his hand in disbelief, which was throbbing since he had punched that orc. He was amazed at the absolute venom he had put into that punch.
Linmarion and the thirteen of his soldiers that were still alive were leaning heavily on their weapons, covered in blood and exhausted. The ground was littered with gored corpses, many of them fel orc, but scattered around them was the majority of the elf’s army. Screams could be heard in the distance. Many of them weren’t Fel Orc ones.
I have a plan for the screams... >:)
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