2 chapter 1: The horde

The commander goes forward on his horse " ARCHERS 3RD FORMATION!! " He yells.

The horde now in sight all wielding weapons crudely made out of wood, stone, bones and iron weapons like axe, hammers, tomahawk, mace and clubs some riding huge horrifying looking creatures.

All the archers swoop into a triangle formation 5 feet behind all the army. each falling on one knee long bow firmly gripped.

" FRONT LINERS 2ND FORMATION!! "

All the swordsmen point their enormous shields forth to form a wall.

" We need to slow them down. " he mumurs eyes sticked to the horde.

He raises his arm up " BLACK JET. " He continues.

All the archers pull out a single arrow with a pot like head in unison.

" TORCHBEARERS. "

Some soldiers wielding an unlit torch each run forward to an archer, they set it aflame and plants it in front of the archers

" LIGHT. "

They all place it above the flames till it begins to exhume black smoke.

" SET. "

They place it on their bows.

He raises his arm up " DRAW. "

They all pull the strings back.

" HOLD. "

The horde getting closer

" HOLD. "

And closer their suffocating bloodlust suffocating the atmosphere

" HOLD. "

And closer and their twisted ugly faces now visible for all to see.

" HOLD. "

Eyes glowing red with madness, only one word can define em ' DEMONS!!!! '

He throws his arm forth " RELEASE!!! "

All the archers let their arrows fly, soaring really high up and immediately going down exploding in contact releasing a thick black smoke causing a smokescreen effect.

" ARCHERS CUT THEM DOWN!! "

All the archers begin releasing arrows, killing more orcs.

Lots of the orcs begin to breakthrough but a lot of them begin coughing out a black fluid, oozing from their ears, eyes, nose and wounded areas. Falling flat and dying instantly. Others breakthrough unaffected and charge forth with full fury.

" HOLD THE WALL. ". the commander yells his voice still firm and powerful even with the growls of the orcs.

The first orc to make contact bashes his large club the wall of shield, forcing the soldier to kneel, but he still pushes back and holds he's ground, " FOR IFRIT. " he yells.

The second orc goes into a frenzy and begins to bash the shields in front of him and faces the same fate, more orcs join the fray and begin collision frenzy against the wall, muscle against steel.

" REINFORCE AND REPEL. " yelled the commander.

All the shields start emitting golden light, using the momentum the soldiers push the orcs back by releasing a burst of force from their shields, catching the orcs by suprise.

" BILLSMEN INTERSECT. "

The orcs run back in only to be caught off guard by multiple glowing pikes pointing out from behind the shields. staking multiple orcs like kebab's. An orc riding a boar like creature collides against the wall and breakthrough flinging the soldier to the ground, the boar tries to trample the soldier but he raises his shield in response...multiple billsmen swoop into action and strikes the creature with it's rider but it's to late the orcs are already flooding in forcing the wall to collapse.

" HOLD YOUR GROUNDS. "

Another rider orc flings a nearby spearman and bashes the soldier beside him. an axeman jumps forth and cuts down the rider but receives a deadly hit from the boar sending him flying. Three spearmen all tactifully thrust their spears forth forcefully impaling the creatures thick skin. each part of the wall slowly succumbing. The battle gets intense.

Te elf shakes her head, looks at the large man beside her.

" Brontus can we? " she says.

" It's about time, I thought you'll never ask" he replies while displaying a massive grin his voice hoarse and deep.

She charges forth and he follows. slowly standing on the horse back she swiftly grips her bow and pulls out a single arrow and begins releasing them one by one, each killing an orc instantly, her hands moving so fast it forms a chain of afterimage's.

She bends down " i'll see you later trixy, stay safe. " and whispers to the horse.

Swiftly pulling out four arrows, she gracefully does a back flip and nails the landing immediately croushes down and release more arrows striking the orcs one by one.

Brontus jumps down his horse an orc immediately charges towards him. he buckles up and buries his fist in its face, taking out about three tooth's forcing alot of green blood out, his horse hunches up and kicks another in the face causing the same effect. he ruggedly pulls out his massive blade and starts to savagely cuting through the orcs. he cuts and cuts till he reaches layla. who is focused on firing more arrows moving with divine accuracy.

He gets behind her.

" this is going to be a piece of cake. " He proclaims, while laughing like a maniac.

A loud screeching sound drowns the sound of combat, as more orcs emerge, most of them riding large bat like creatures with four purple eyes and huge fangs.

" You had to say that didn't you. " she groans.

She swiftly shoots an orc trying to grab her, the arrow piercing his throat, spurting blood like a spray can.

The battle gets even more intense. the army of ifrit barely holding their ground. the bat like creatures begin to swoop down grabbing and devouring the soldiers, further devastating the armies stance.

Layla steps foward shooting more arrows then swiftly turns.

" Brontus, I need a lift. "

He spreads his palm open, she runs and jumps on it landing with one foot, the other hunched back.

He grins then aims her at the bat like creatures " light as a feather. " He remarks, then flings her up.

Immediately coiling her body into a ball and elegantly lands on it's back. it's rider pulls out a whip and lashes out at her she flips fowards but he changes it's trajectory. she immediately dodges then flails towards to the rider like a leaf dancing in the wind, pulling a curved dagger from the side of her lap. She swiftly slits its throat, green blood spurts forth, she tactfully grabs the leash and yanks it.

She returns the dagger and begins shooting other riders with her bow and arrow, but the arrows don't stop but keep moving as though they have a mind of their own killing more riders and their beasts. her rain of arrows don't stop, looking a trail of dead orcs it's like she's in a frenzy and before she realises she only has four arrows left.

" I guess this is were I get of. " she says.

She shoots two arrows, it passes right through the creatures head and pops out of its eyes. it screeches in pain, she jumps off pulling out another arrow a little rope appears outta thin air she swiftly attaches it to the arrow, shoots it at the creature puncturing it's hind flesh sending it crashing towards a hill she releases the rope before impact twisting and landing gently negating the force.

She looks at its carcass " well that went well. " she says but is immediately surrounded by orcs.

She pulls out her last arrow, raises it up and throws her hands down. lots of arrows fly towards her killing all the orcs and filling her quiver.

She looks down at the battle field. the number of orcs far surpassing that of the soldiers, squashing the soldiers as though they were nothing.

" we can't win this, we need reinforcements. "