Wrath of the Serpent:

Our army was positioned in the open waiting for the bloodshed, the enemy army was marching at us but their king wasn’t in sight! The enemy charged our lines hoping to break our brothers but we were veterans of many battles and we would not be pushed back by such a flimsy charge. The battle was fierce, no one was giving ground I cannot remember how long that lasted it seemed like days, When ever we killed one of the enemy there was always another to take his place. I charged forward and severed a man’s head; almost instantly another man took his place I could tell this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. Two enemy champions charged me, both swung their swords at me franticly trying to slice through my limbs; I deflected one and avoided the other I lunged at once cutting his through his shield and slicing him across his chest his guts spewed out all other the floor, the battle cry’s drowned out his screams of agony. As I looked up I realised why there were so many there whole army was focusing on breaking through the middle, it was possible the most stupidest thing any warrior could do, we could easily surround his army and cut them to pieces, yet why did he choose such a stupid tactic?


Arthus took this chance and charged the army around their sides, this would not be a battle it would be a massacre unlike any other. As the left flank of the army come around to attack suddenly some troops split off from the main battle and charged the left flank in an attempt to delay them. Our line began to falter under the sheer number of the enemy warriors there was just no end, one warrior charged me, he threw his axe at me which I blocked with my shield and then quickly brought my sword straight down on his head. Another man took his place and came straight at me, I stabbed him in the gut but he just walked through the sword as it came out the other side of him he fell on me. The man was no longer breathing so I shoved him out of the way, I shoved the next man back into his brothers knocking many down, and my brothers picked them off easily.

The men they had sent to try and stop most of our army was smashed to pieces as the chariots rode through, our brothers slammed into the side of their army with veracious strength smashing many to the floor from the charge.


Arthus commanded me to pull the brothers back around me as our line was shattered, as I turned to get away from the fight I felt a soaring pain across my back and fell to the ground, as I turned to look up I seen a man about to bring his axe upon my face when suddenly a javelin smashed him in the face and blood went everywhere. As I looked behind me my brothers came to get me back on my feet, me and my brothers waited momentarily so we could catch our breath back and cover our wounds.

The enemy general came to the aid of his men in his chariots; Arthus noticed this and had sent his chariots and the slingers at them to eliminate the biggest threat to his men on the battlefield, the so called serpent demi-god. It was an amazing sight to behold the chariots smashing into each other, the skirmishers dragging the charioteers off if they slowed down and hacking them to pieces. Arthus’s chariot smashed the wheel of the enemy king’s chariot; the enemy king flew from his chariot crashing into the ground, Arthus leaped from his chariot and drew his sword awaiting the enemy king to do the same, I was about to witness the clash of two great warrior kings.

Next Chapter: Warrior of new vs Warrior of old

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