Re-writing History

[PhantomStone]

ixlander looks at the two tiger's, "get back to Larsen's group, this is no place for no armor and no mounts." the bear said grimly, in a softer tone "Larsen will know where to put you". he nodded and looked back to the enemy. he yelled loudly "FOR THE KING!!!" as his section of troops surged forward to engage the enemy. they waited for much of the army to get close before they crashed into the main section of the army. the enemy troops were now well in range for ixlander's archer's. the heavily armored warriors on their strong burly mounts crashed into the army, ixlander's troops swung their heavy weapons, crumpling the enemy, their light armor offering little protection from the thick axes, thick blades, and massive maces. ixlander rode out among the enemy, his heavy razor sharp lance skewering soldier's. while the member's of kale's troop fought around their lancer, jack, each squad had one lancer, the squad would fold around them and keep them safe while the lancer struck swiftly and surly from behind his friends. the other's in the squad got protection from behind and on either side of them. ixlander didn't have a squad, he and his sister were knights, above the ranking army they operated alone mostly. ixlander swung his heavy lance in a circle, clubbing enemies while also clearing his lance of the body he had impaled a moment ago. he looked around and saw an opening, he urged his horse on and charged through the enemies, skewering many on his deadly lance.

ixlandria kept up with her brother skewering enemies on her lance also, using her left hand and skewering the enemies on her side, the two ursine siblings cutting a large swath in the enemy army. once they got inside, they thundered back the way they came, enlarging the swath. they reached their army once more. they looked at each other and nodded. the two bears stabbed their lances into the ground and took out their swords. they grinned at each other and charged them and their mounts back into the fray. slicing down enemy troops, the heavy plate mail taking most of the slashes the bears received. ixlander and his sister got a few cuts on their legs, above their knees. they ran back to the army and tied some linen around the wounds, took a breath and dove back in.

Johnathan took out his long bow and knocked an arrow to the string. "ready" the monkey called out as nearly 20 other archer's all armed with long bows raised their bows already knocked with arrows. "AIM" john called out taking a sight on the enemies back away from the main brunt of ixlander's army, "the iron army" they called them selves, the archer's of ixlander's army were some of the best in the nation of England, if the main army was hand picked so was the archer's "the iron archer's" were what they were called. "FIRE!!!!" the monkey yelled, his voice being eclipsed by the twang sound of 21 bow strings letting loose and 21 arrows whistling toward the enemy. almost 8 soldiers went down near the iron army. "free fire, but ONLY IF THEY ARE IN RANGE" he yelled and put an arrow on his string once more to fire again.

[Scyler]

Scyler suddenly stops in his tracks, grabs Mynerva and runs towards the iron archers. "John, Trish! I've got an idea for the next volley of arrows. I can charge them with magical energy and make them explode 3 seconds after striking a target. I can also increase your firing range. If you can manage to hit their archers over there, then we'll have a serious advantage over the enemy. Or, if you can manage to hit those heavily armed units way in the back with all the mages, we would stand a very good chance of winning this battle, if not the war. Now, I'll need some more mages for support energy. So, when Larsen's group gets here, we can do this."

Mynerva ran to Larsen's oncoming group, keeping stride beside him. "Larsen! I need fifteen mages! Scyler has an idea!"

Larsen simply nodded his head and signalled for 15 mages to follow Mynerva. "Now, let's do this!" He jumped forward, thrusting his lance into the unarmored neck of a enemy swordfighter that strayed too far from protection. He quickly pulled back his lance, stabbed it in the ground and swung around it, catching another german with a spiked boot to the side of the head. He then landed on the ground, pulled up his lance and held it at the ready. A motley selection of Germans had surrounded him now. He listened to their snickers and waited for them to rush him. As soon as they did, he spun with his lance outstretched, the long blade-tip slicing throught them or cutting into their armor. He then jumped forward and ran another one through the middle with his lance. He quickly pulled his shortsword out and went to work on the other few soldiers around him.

Tharren saw the arrow coming and dodged it. However, the archer behind him was not as lucky. The fox clutched his shoulder and fell. "My firin' arm! NNNGHH!!!" Tharren took aim at the tree and shouted, "Time his appearances and predict his movements! We'll get him!"

[PhantomStone]

Trish listened to scyler's proposal through the earring, "it sounds kinda fishy" the gibbon said apprehensivly and ran around the wall to john and he rest of teh archers. "we don't know how the magic will react to our shooting, try this magic out on me first" the gibbon said getting up to john. she took a breather and knocked and arrow on her bow.

john nodded in agreement to Trish's suggestion, "we don't want to lose our archer's, it's just a safety precaution, the battle won't be over in a half minute test" john said steadily shooting with his men. "also the explosions could be deadly or detrimental to our troops who are fighting in close quarter's with our targets." john said, "Jason's squad, break off and follow Trish, follow her leadership" john yelled as half the iron archer's stopped shooting and walked over to the small gibbon.

Trish looked to the faces around her. "keep firing till the mages get here, they will use their magic on our bows and arrows, just a heads up, keep shooting where you have a good shot, we don't want to accidentally hit our member's, but we don't have to worry about arrows here also." the gibbon said and looked around for the tiger's.

ixlander and his sister got back from the army once more. they took a breath and hopped off their horses. the bears strapped their lances to their respective mounts. "ready sister" ixlander said to his only remaining family. he had drawn his heavy sword and taken his medium shield off of his Mount's hind flank. "ready brother" ixlandria said taking out her own blade and shield. the two bears nodded to each other and charged back into the fray. the two bears hacked and slashed at all enemy troops around them, their steel plate mail screeching as enemy blades tried to penetrate it, but only succeeded in the metal whining and screeching in protest, making nearby enemies screw up their faces as the horrible sound reached their ears. the bears worked in tandem, watching each other's backs, while cutting out more enemies of the German army.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Okay, the bastards had their fun, now lets end this!" I yelled as I, with my elite troops and mages, approached the battle field, and started to literally tear through the armor of each soldier that dared to cross my path, sending volts through their body in the process...

[Gabag]

Noticing the ensuing battle, all Gabag could do was hold position, knowing that firing an arrow sold him out. Seeing Chrono's group he decided to leave cover and charge after the armor knights. A large army of light armor might not kill them, but a lone soldier with a deadly sword arm could, no matter the thickness of their armor.

[Scyler]

"Hold him back! Don't let the scout escape!" Tharren yelled out, blocking off the scouts path with a volley of arrows that would be sure to hit him if he pressed on towards the battle.

"Understood." Scyler replied as Mynerva showed up with the support mages. "Mynerva, let me see one of your kinves." She handed it over to Scyler and watched as he enchanted it. "Are you watching, Trish?" He looked back to make sure she was watching. "Ok, here it goes." He flung the knife out at an enemy archer. It seemingly cut through the wind and buried itself in the archer's chest. "Watch closely." For three seconds, nothing happened. Then, a large explosion about 15' wide erupted and set other enemy units on fire. "We'll only be able to get one volley out like this unless we can take out the enemy magi. Otherwise, they'll recognize it and put up a collective ward to guard against it. So, aim for the magi and the heavily armored group way out in the back. Range won't be a problem with a little magic infused in your arrows. If your arrows hit the ground, they'll explode like usual. But first, I'll put a fire ward on our troops to protect them from friendly fire. So, now it won't be a problem." Scyler gathered his fifteen support magi together and formed a circle. They all put their right hands out and their left hand over their hearts. "Agni, the lord of fire, protect us from your wrathful flames!" A large ball of red light formed in the circle, hovering gently in the air. Then, I'd erupted into many small red lights and flew to each ally, hitting them and coating them with an fire ward. Scyler let out a sigh and looked to Trish. "So now we're all safe from fire. Ready to light a fire in the seat of their pants?"

Larsen was holding up fine. He barely had a scratch on him, but a mound of bodies surrounded him. He was barely even breathing hard. "C'mon, you whelps! I've dealt with more dangerous mud crabs than you lot!" He noticed a closeby ally mowed down by a bolt of lightning. "Lightning magic, eh? We'll see what good that will do after this..." He ran back to his remaining twenty magi. "Can any of you create a lightning ward on me?" One mage raised his paw. "Then get to it!" The Mage quickly muttered something and a yellow light sprang onto him, mixing with his fire ward to null fire attacks and weaken electricity significantly. "Thanks! As you were!" The cheetah ran back to the battle field, hacking, stabbing and slashing all enemies in his path. He found himself close to the Mage with the lightning magic. "You...! I know you!!! You're the rogue mage, Chrono! How dare you turn your back to your homeland and fall in line with these louts!" Larsen ran further towards the mage, holding his lance in a way to strike at any given moment, should the mage attack him first.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Well, what could I do, the only magic I could get a grip of was electricity, but nobody in England had any knowledge of the magic, and your damn laws couldn't let me use anything but a stick as a weapon, so I decided to join the side that had what you lacked, and if it wasn't for this war, I would have returned...but I digress, time to die runt!" I said, shooting a bolt at Larsen in an attempt to disable a limb...

[Scyler]

Larsen sidestepped the bolt and punched it, sending only a minute amount through his body, sending the bolt back to paralyze one of his elite guards. "Your thunder magic won't get to me. You see, I have a thunder ward on me. Which means... Ah, you're a mage, you should know by now..." Larsen started to advance on the mage, using a technique that he learned from studying in Greece many years ago. He kept light on his feet, hopping from side to side as he advanced. This allowed him to be able to quickly jump to either side of the Mage and trick him. "I hope, for your sake, that you have some sort of physical weapon, Chrono... Or else you're s.o.l..."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"You mean these?" I said raising my gauntlets, and dashing forward, ready to block and strike....

[PhantomStone]

john frowned slightly and called "archer's fire towards the mages" he yelled as the enchanted arrows flew and struck the group and mages in the back of the army. a few seconds later there was a huge explosion from that section, most of the soldier's there were burned out of existence from the close explosion of 11 bombs going off around them. the archer's just kept firing. explosions going around the battle field.

ixlander and ixlandria cut through the army, their heavy weaponry cutting through the lighter mail of the enemy just by sheer force of the blows the gigantic bears' blows'. they kept cutting through the enemy soldier's. between the soldier's the iron army, and the iron archer's the enemy army was nearly crushed. only about 100 soldier's remained, they were scattered about, the English had almost won.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

~one soldier saw Chrono fighting, and told the soldier next to them to help him out, and it started a chain reaction, causing all the soldiers to regroup around the currently in-combat mage, doing their best to keep him from being overwhelmed~

[Scyler]

Larsen struck at the mage with the butt of his spear, turning around to stab an oncoming soldier in the gut. He flung the dead soldier aside and into a group of other soldiers. He saw another soldier running towards him, attacking him from his unguarded side. "Son of a-!" He quickly spun and stopped the attack, breaking his lance shaft if the process. He flung the useless end off into the fray and drew his sword, now having two blades to stab and slash with. He saw a heavily armored enemy unit charging him. He quickly jumped to the side and hamstrung the large German. He then turned his attention back to the Mage. He now has a rather large amount of blood running from his mouth. He wiped it away and looked back at the mage. "Is that all you've got...? You're pathetic..." He then stormed towards the Mage again, this time, using a different method of approach. He ran straight towards him, jumping to the side at the last second to land on his left foot, pivoting twice and attacking the mage's left side. He was unaware of the other large unit that crashed towards him. "Well... This might end badly..."

Scyler continued to enchant the arrows and having the archers fire them off. "Support magi, how are you holding up?!" he shouted to them, hoping that they could hold out for a little while longer. "Not so good... We're running low on energy. We can keep up the ward, but the arrows are draining us. We can only fire off one more volley..." One of the support magi sprung a nosebleed from the strain and fell down unconscious. "Sir, we need a break after this volley, or else we'll die!" Scyler shouted in reply. "Ok! Last volley of fire arrows, GO!!!"

[PhantomStone]

john signalled the rest of the archer's and 17 arrows flew out and struck around the conglomeration of soldier's and magi around Larsen. exploding and lessening the number's of the enemies.

ixlander and his sister sliced out of a thong of enemies, one of the last groups of them around. the saw another group of them around lieutenant Larsen. 'don't you dare die you grizzled cheetah' ixlander thought in his head and thundered over to him and the enemy, followed closely by ironforge the younger. the two bears cut into the thong of enemies. trying to get to the lieutenant. they got to him and started fighting in all directions. the two bears quickly got a few gashes upon entering the group. "Germans, you LOST, LOOK AROUND, YOUR ARMY HAD FALLEN" ixlander yelled as he systematically cut and slashed those around him. he was starting to tire, he knw his sister must feel the strain of battle wearing on her also. he let his body take over for his mind, all those years of training, muscle memory taking over as he tried to stay alive.

[Gabag]

Seeing the volley head towards him, Gabag slowed down avoiding the volley by about an inch. Running up to a knight, he sliced at the horse's legs, causing it to tumble and crushing the rider in the armor that they were so happy protected in. Picking up this soldier's spear, he threw it at another rider, knocking him off his horse. Running up to the mount and mounting up, he began to ride out, chopping at knights, and deflecting or avoiding the slower heavier weapons.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Just let me finish this fi-" he was interrupted when two of his elite troopers held him down, then his 2nd in command, Korin, stood in front of me with his sword sheated and his shield in front of me "Larsen, please let us surrender, the reason we're the first to attack is because all of us wish to rejoin the nation, sadly surrenduring in battle was the only acceptable way that our superiors allowed..." He said, getting on one knee, and leaning on his sword "Please have mercy on us former British"