The arrows rose high, glowing a solid white as they flew too far. Far too far for a normal arrow to reach. At the highest point, the arrows exploded, and to her shock, the arrows began to fall. Thousands of them looking like shooting stars and the army below didn't move, they were transfixed by the show, the magic of their deaths.
The arrows landed, two circles of men fell and there was a stunned silence.
Behind them, a loud booming had begun, and she turned to see a mountain moving.
He was easily fifty feet tall, and she stared in wonder at the enormous size of the king.
He wasn't wrong, his armour had grown with him, and he was magnificent.
She didn't think at all, throwing down the bow and sprinting away from the front line towards the king as his boots came down and she realised why there was such a large gap down the middle of the army. It was for their king.
She ran for him, and his eyes found her, seeing her outrage and glee at the sight of him.
He began to stoop, his arm reaching, and he was right, he was slow due to his size. She didn't need his help however, except as a launching point.
Her foot landed on his cupped hand, and she threw herself forward, leaping from his glove to his gauntlet, up to the lower edge of his shoulder guards, up to the spikes and over the wolf, up until she was standing gleefully on his shoulder guard and the air pressure as he straightened was enormous.
She clutched at his hair, and he looked at her, amused.
She felt like a God atop him, her body swaying as he started forward.
Up over the crest, the sight must have been horrifying, the enormous, armoured king, taller than the castle, taller than anything had a right to be.
At the top of the crest, he glanced to her again and she drew her sword, holding it out and screaming a battle cry.
His battle cry made her bones vibrate and then the army joined in on it. He reached behind him and drew the enormous sword, holding it out and the armies moved as one.
They were running for each other, screaming and raging like barbarians, their screams singing the deaths of the opposing army.
Their army was smart enough to move around the king, because he began to move forward with them, and he loomed over the army below.
When he reached them, his enormous foot rose backwards and then flew forward.
If they weren't hit by his foot directly, it was the force of the air with men and creatures sent flying.
She had a huge grin on her face and had begun laughing as soon as he had started forward with his solders and the dead flowing with him.
The armies came together in an enormous din, people screaming in rage, pain and death, or fear.
She was revelling in it, wanting to see more and get involved.
"Up," she yelled in his ear and his free hand begun to rise, her sword tucked securely in its sheath.
She let go of his hair and as his arm rose, she ran down and then leapt off his fingers and twisted, her fingers finding the loops of three of her throwing knives.
They loosed, flying to find flesh, or bone, or armour.
Rotating her body, she came down hard on the back of what she believed to be an ogre, her legs tight around his head and she turned first left, then right in a sudden movement, feeling his neck snapping to the side.
She spun off him, landing on the helmeted head of someone and using him to launch herself off. Reaching behind her, she drew her two long daggers and she landed on her knees atop the shoulders of a man she couldn't see for his armour.
She drove both knives down into the sides of his neck, severing his spine and as he fell forward, she kicked off and flipped, coming to land neatly left foot first.
Turning, she slashed across the back of someone's legs, driving her knife into the back of another and still she hadn't paused, killing indiscriminately. It was still easy to tell which side was around her, they were all facing back the way she had come.
Using a corpse, she lunged up and landed on the back of a reptilian creature, his spines cutting her leg, but she ignored it. He hissed and she drove her knife into the top of his head, mostly to help her get up him.
Standing as he stood rigid; she ripped the blade free and was on the next man in her next step.
Her hood was down, and her hair was coming loose of her braid, but she didn't care, she was high on the blood and death.
A roar sounded and she spun, seeing an orc with a missing tusk coming for her. She changed course and ran directly for him, using a corpse to launch herself up and landing knees first on his chest, driving him back and she drove both blades into his face. He fell and she was already moving on to her next target.
She had formed a pretty little circle of destruction in the middle of the field, Alaric lumbering in her direction and crushing whoever wasn't fast enough to get out from under his feet.
An arrow flew and she turned in time to only graze her cheek. She spun, throwing her knife at the archer.
It landed hard in his chest, and he fell, her blade deep enough to stick out of his back.
Those around her had begun to realise the danger and they had begun to press back, but that only made them easier as she ripped the knife free and went after her next victim.
When her knife was lost, she switched to a sword and her heavy knife, glad to have options.
***
She had grown bored of hacking when the first hour had passed and she laughed as she found the vial she was looking for.
Using the back of a centaur as a launching point, she spun in mid-air and threw the vial, it exploded on their back and green bubbles exploded out all over the field.
'Go, go, go!' she thought as she indiscriminately used heads, backs, and shoulders to get away from the scene. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw when the bubbles exploded and spewed green corrosive goo everywhere.
Her first kiss came from a naga, his muscular chest and writing body having her turning in his direction, hoping it was the guard from Weorene, but it wasn't. He saw her and as she stepped from his tail, his arms outstretched for her, wanting to sink his fangs into her.
But her lips found his before his mouth could open and he fell, his body writhing in death as her eyes flooded black.
She was lost to the death, ripping her way through human and creature, anyone that got in her way.
The buzz of mythicals never lasted long and she was back to herself somewhat when she saw him, and he saw her.
He looked like a fighter and so she lunged for him, gleefully cutting the hamstring of the humanoid she passed and leaving him screaming.
She lunged for him, and her first blow was deflected, along with the second and then the third before he managed to slam his fist into her chest, and finally, she had a significant hit on her.
She rolled, her blade lying on the grass between them, but she had kept her sword.
She grinned and went for him again, her sword at the ready and they moved at a pace that was nearly impossible to see.
Her knee found his gut and he threw her back then came for her again and again.
Finally, his boot found her stomach and she was thrown back once more, growing angry, deciding she needed to figure this out, he was toying with her.