Shields!

**Big thanks to Luke Karl's for your support**

Arthor and his army stood in a clear field, the rubble of what once stood on this land was cleared away. His people all wore solemn expressions as the coalition and its allies moved to surround them.

Arthor's people who stood in formation silently observed as all their paths of retreat were cut off. The realization of this caused many to tighten the grips on their weapons at this moment they all realized... every breath they took from now on was likely to be their last.

Arnolf who led the coalition and its allies had eyes only for Arthor who held his gaze. "This is it! Today, we rid the world of this devil!" His words were the signal Arthor was waiting for as he quickly shouted.

"Shield!"

His order caused his people to spur into action, their shields were brought out before them and soon a dome of shields were form. Their sudden action caught the enemies by surprise but Arnolf refused to allow Arthor leave here alive, no matter what happened even if everyone had to lay their life on this field Arthor would not leave here alive.

"Charge!" Arnolf and his people moved in to deal with Arthor's group when some parts of the formation opened up. "Loose!" Ronell screamed at the top of his lungs, arrows dashed out of the gap, with most of them finding their target.

The bodies dropped instantly but did little to slow down their comrades who simply run over the bodies. The arrows flew without break, but as the enemy continued to close the gap between them Arthor cursed. "Sh*t!"

Arthor knew there was no way this would be enough to end the enemy. The enemies were just too numerous, he never expected this to be enough but he thought that if the gods of this world were on their side the arrows could find the leaders and cause some disarray or something that would allow his people to break through the formation but it was not to be.

"Listen soon those bastards will make contact and a battle for our lives will begin. I will be honest all signs point to this being our end" Arthor had a despondent look as he said those words but his face was soon overcome with rage. "F*ck fate! f*ck destiny! Who cares if the gods decree we are all to die here, I refuse!"

"I refuse, I refuse to just roll over to die here! I am Arthor son of Harwood and I have a goal once this is over. I want a place where all my people can live and have filled bellies, a place where the children do not have to fear raiders coming upon them in the winter. A place where we don't have to contemplate whether or not the elderly will see the next spring."

"Of course for such a world to exist you all must survive to enjoy it with me! So listen here! Don't you dare die! Or I'll kill you myself!"

"Now Brace yourself!" *bang* the enemies had finally made contact. The force from their initial charge was enough to cause many to stumble, not willing to be passive in the slightest Arthor's people moved their blades through gaps.

The screams resounded in the ears of all present, the torrents of emotion carried by the screams was made to everyone. Arthor felt as his shield drew closer and closer to its breaking point, the attacks he and his people were barely able to deliver in the beginning had lost its efficacy.

"Remember if you die I'll kill you"

"Show them your blades" At his command they pushed back with their shields breaking up their and engaging the enemy in a battle that was nothing short of chaotic. Arthor wanted to deal with Arthor straight away but could not see him anywhere.

Not having anytime to think much less look for someone, Arthor swung. Arthor would love to say he swung with skill, with finesse to have a a battle sequence in a movie but no Arthor swung with reckless abandon each strike meant to be fatal. His body moving along.

With the option of avoiding all attacks no longer available, Arthor was forced to trade wounds making sure to try his best to avoid the fatal blows. "Arthor!" Arthor ended another life before turning to the source of the voice which had managed to cut through the cacophony of sounds.

Arnolf who had been forced of his horse killed another man before focusing his gaze on Arthor. Wasting no time the two rushed at each other, what was to be an epic duel amidst the chaotic battle however was ended in few moves.

Arthor leaned back and avoided Arnolf's swing, Arnolf was quick to rush in with another swing but Arthor met it with his sword. The force from their collision was strong enough to cause Arthor to stumble back, attempting to seize the chance Arnolf rose his sword over his head for an overhead strike but coughed out blood.

Arnolf's stunned eyes went down to the sword which had gone through his throat. Arnolf looked down into Arthor's eyes, the two locked their gaze for the last time before Arnolf fell to the ground dead.

The war however did not draw to a close however with his death, his comrades completely unaware of his demise trampled his body as they rushed to continue the war. Arthor grit his teeth and continued to fight, with each passing moment a friend was dead.

No matter how much he refused to believe it Arthor knew with his current numbers, even if he somehow survived this battle his people would be lost. With grit teeth Arthor continued to cut through all who appeared him forgetting all else.