by Guest 8th April 2022, 11:24 am
The idiots of Desierto had finally played their hand and launched an attack on the country of Minstrel. A bold move but one that would no doubt end in failure, thanks primarily to one particular figure who had just reached the sight of the largest battle and quite a fight it was too. The entire countryside before her was covered in blood and fire, with warriors of both sides struggling for their lives. There was no quarter being given here and although the armoured figure cared little for either side, she had least had the slightest modicum of respect for those who fought with all of their power, even if it was a minimal amount. The figure, riding an enormous black stallion, her expression hidden by the helmet that completed her outfit of death, could feel her pulse racing, the beating of her heart starting to increase in pace as she watched and the temptation to get stuck in immediately was too much to bear. She had been ordered to wait and defend the area that had been assigned to her but that was not going to happen.
With a kick to her great beast's ribs, the horse and his rider would start to thunder towards the carnage, without the slightest amount of fear. No, it was the duo who would inspire that emotion and both animal and human began to pulse with magical energy, increasing their pace and preparing to unleash hell from the start. The horse would create five phantom like stallions from its form, turning what had begun as, what would appear to be, a one horse suicide charge into a six beast wall of terror. The animals destroyed the terrain that they trampled over and as they came across their first victims, a group of five beast tamers, they would reach the limit of their speed, crashing into the Desertian fools and hurling them away backwards. A mighty blow indeed and as the men struggled to their feet, the armoured figure would leap from her steed and begin her assault, a blade of crimson colour appearing in her hand.
Sprinting towards the men with incredible speed, the warrior would waste not a moment of time, slicing through the first tamer that she encountered before he even knew what hit him. It all happened in the blink of an eye and the sheer shock that could be seen in the eyes of the other tamers was evident. The dead tamers beasts, both large cat like creatures would howl in rage due to the death of their handler and would instantly turn on their own allies, slashing and biting at both animal and human. It was complete carnage and as Kalama swung her lightsaber towards any foe who got into range of her, the bloodlust quickly consumed her, allowing it to fuel her every strike. To think that there was once a time where she had been unable to feel such glorious sensations and now? She could just not get enough, a drug of the most potent kind. With one enormous blow from her blade, she would sever the head of one of the tamers and a roar escaped her that seemed to echo across the battlefield.
Her horse was not exactly standing still either and he caught one of the wild beasts with an immense mule kick to the temple, launching the lizard-like creature back and sending it crashing to the ground. His owner's fire and rage seemed to infect him too and the furious anger behind his attacks was a mirror image of Kalama’s. The two fought with such teamwork that their enemies did not have a hope in hell’s chance of surviving. Ducking his head slightly, the horse would neigh as Kalama leapt over him to intercept a diving sand worm, the warrior's lightsaber cutting straight through the creature's body. Taking the chance, the warrior would then lift the worm’s body and throw both halves at its owner to knock him off balance, before tearing forwards and plunging her blade through his abdomen.
A horrible cry reached her ears at that point and Kalama swiftly turned to see yet another tamer lying motionlessly on the floor, her head having been trampled upon by her own raging beast. Four had now fallen to the pair, while a fifth had been unfortunate enough to have been killed by the beast tamer's own animals. Both the warrior and her horse prepared to fight them off, however, the new free creatures decided to take another path, instead charging towards another group of tamers that were close by. Clearly, the Desertians did not treat their pets well and she would swiftly mount her horse once more, before pointing him towards the marauding beasts.
“Forwards, Doomreaver!” she roared, her voice metallic in tone due to her helmet, “We will remove these weak minded fools next!”
The horse reared onto his hind legs for a moment and then took off once more, both woman and beast ready to destroy their next targets. The next group of tamers were at least a little more aware, noticing the charging creatures coming towards them and unleashed their own pets, resulting in an almighty clash of claws and jaws. It was a savage scene but Kalama’s masked gaze remained fixed on the men hiding behind their animals. Tightening her grip on Doomreaver, she would kick him in the sides, pushing him onwards and without the slightest hint of fear, the horse would jump, an enormous leap that cleared all of the fighting animals, releasing a chilling neigh that seemed to freeze all those who heard it with fear.
One of the tamers was unable to handle it and broke ranks, running for his life in an attempt to get away but with another kick to his side, Kalama would send her beast after him, her lightsaber ready in her right hand. There was no chance that he could outrun her horse and with one slash from her blade once in range, the headless coward’s body would drop to the ground.
Six down and hopefully, many more to go.
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