Sword, Spells and Spears To A Gunfight.

0203 Hours, 2nd Holy Army Camp, Around The Sphere.

"Mirror-head they've engaged us, Are we cleared to fire?" Black the gunner asked his TC.

The natives threw a hail of missiles at their direction but the Chobham armor of the tank shrugged it off with only scratches to the paint to show.

"Well, ROE says don't fire unless fired upon! Get to sending those canisters rounds downrange Black!"

"Up!" Muscles shouted.

"Firing!" Black activated the firing mechanism of the 120mm smoothbore main gun and area around the tank shook as the gun let out a roar, catching the enemy unprepared and tearing up the unfortunate sods who were caught by the canister round.

Soon enough the two other tanks followed suit.

"Anvil-1, I'm seeing some sort of orb being... created by a robed man on our 3'o clock seems to be aimed right at you, over."

The TC of the Emerald shifted his cupola optics to the reported direction of this orb caster. Then when he managed to get eyes on him, the man holding a now electrified-looking orb launched it to the direction of the tank.

"Shit! TC, we've been hit! firing computers are offline- wait, they're starting back up! What the hell are we fighting out there?" Black asked.

"Some guy threw an electric orb at us! He's going to be a priority target. Muscles, load HE, Black, aim for the section of the encirclement wall at our 2'o clock fire coax after main gun and sweep the debris!"

"Roger that TC!" Black replied

"Up!"

"Firing!"

The section of the wall where the Abrams fired its HE collapsed along with the men on it, as they tried to get up they were swept-up by the 7.62 coax of the tank in gruesome display.

"Alright! Everyone, fire on your respective section of the walls. We are going to make a clearing for us to move in!" He radioed to the rest of the tanks.

The TC switched the frequency to command frequency and reported to their commander.

"Command, this is Anvil-1, we have been engaged by enemy missile infantry and we are now going to move out and destroy them, requesting the IFV's to make an entrance and support us over." He said as another HEAT was fired away.

"Anvil-1, Command copies all, you are cleared to engage."

The TC switched back to company frequency and radioed to his company of tanks. "We got the go ahead from command to make an entrance boys! Move, engage, destroy!"

All four tanks, one of which has been so far missing out on the action drove across the debris and bodies of men around the encirclement and wrecked havoc on the enemy camp.

2010 Hours, Inside on of the M2 Bradley IFVs

Jonathan Meyer could hear the 'thunk, thunk, thunk' of the 30mm bushmaster gun as they passed through the sphere, he couldn't completely see outside, but the bright light that made it's way to the passenger compartment was a tell-tale sign of them already moving through the sphere.

"Gunner! Enemy cavalry 5'o clock!"

"Target acquired!"

thunk, thunk, thunk

"Target engaged and destroyed, find us a new one commander!"

This cycle continued on for a few minutes as Jonathan and his company awaited for the order to dismount and engage hostiles.

"Crunchy! You got the clearance! Go! Go! Go!" The commander of the IFV told the infantry loaded in his IFV.

"About time, thanks for the ride!" Jonathan dismounted along with the rest of his company that has been split between four IFVs.

"Holy shit sir, we wrecked them! Go tanks!" An infantryman shouted.

Indeed they did wreck them, dead bodies clad in armor littered the area around the sphere, torn to pieces or are just hit by the tank's coaxial 7.62.

"Everyone form up with your platoons and move to a four line formation, we're sweeping the..." he checked his watch-compass. "...West side of the sphere lets go!"

The men of his company moved into formation and formed four lines to sweep the area of any hostiles, not like there were many left anyway. Most of the encounter are just lone runners or mercy killing the critically wounded enemy. But when they were confident that everything was under-control a gout of flames swallowed up the sergeant of a squad that was leading from the front and he fell down writhing in pain.

"Shit! Someone douse the flames off Sergeant Wilson now!" A lieutenant ordered.

Jonathan looked around for the source of the flame and his eyes rested on a man limping with his hands outstretched and eyes glowing.

"What the fuck." Jonathan thought as the man's hand started to be surrounded by fire.

"Contact! 9'o clock!" A soldier shouted as the platoon started to fire at the man.

Ranae's POV

He watched in shock as the demons took down a mage in a few seconds- a feat in warfare that was unheard of. He knew that they have already lost this battle the second he saw the power of the metal beast so he fled and hid on top of a tree praying to his gods for forgiveness and for a quick retribution if the demons ever find him.

He has a family of three waiting for him to get home, he didn't want to die here and leave them, he can't die now. His little girl was about to see her tenth summer this year and his son was already apprenticing under the local blacksmith, he cant die now not when he wanted to see his children grow.

Then he saw an opportunity to escape, a rider-less horse near the tree and the metal beasts were on the other side of the camp, wrecking it and killing soldiers left and right. Doing the only thing he could see at the time that could assure him safety, he dropped off the tree out of sight from the demons that took down a mage and rode the horse away from their now-destroyed camp.

"I must warn them, I must warn them." He repeated those words in his head like a mantra as he galloped away to the nearest town.