Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

The barrage was tremendous. The quakes that spread through the ground shook the peaceful landscape. Fires erupted from the forest surrounding them, going up in flames. The attack was a success, leading to the malfunction of many tanks that were spearheading the charge. The general of the assaulting Richtus army looked displeased at his army's performance. What rookies. If the damn engineers built some half decent tanks, then they won't be failing on us. Engineers. Charge forward! those who take a step back will be killed with their families and their next two generations sent straight to the coal mines! Some of the engineers began to turn around, not willing to push ahead with the suicidal order. Others just held still, afraid and shaken from the artillery blasts. For the rest of his surviving army, they chose to charge. The coal mines were given the nickname Hell by the vampires who knew about what it was like. Working endlessly til their bodies broke apart. It sounded like a nightmare for some, but for the unlucky many who were forced into it, it was a hopeless reality. They were far too weak to resist the strength of Richtus' Mechanoid Armies. The engineers were weak individually but those who understood war knew that in numbers, they can overwhelm. Soon came the close ranged, bloody melee. Fencers, riders, and knights alike joined the fray to hold the line against the engineer horde. The tanks were too far damaged to be fixed with the tools at hand, and so the general deemed them now useless. The only use for the engineers now was too tire the enemy front lines, weakening them through attrition. Eventually any vampire would succumb to weakness once they lose their stamina to fight. The battle raged on all throughout the forest. The sight of her knights succumbing to a terrible fate at the hands of many engineers brought Violet to the forefront, battling alongside her statesmen. Those who were near to her rallied beside her with renewed vigor, eager to protect their queen who loved them so. She was willing to risk her life for theirs, and they followed through. Nearby, the Richtus Mech approached the queen. Oh, would you look at that. The bitch decided it was time to fight on the front. Too bad, this battle is going to be your last. No. this forest will be your resting place and your resting place alone. Lord Aron bashed the mech back, forcing the pilot to fall back a couple steps. My queen, I applaud your bravery and commend your pride in your people, but you shouldn't risk yourself. This country needs a good leader. Many of us aren't suited for that role. Violet placed a hand on Lord Aron's back. A queen who isn't willing to fight alongside her people isn't a queen who loves her people. She stood close to him. Fight with me if you must, but don't pull me away from where my people need me most. The pilot mocked them both. Bah, now I have to deal with two idiots! Lord Aron didn't stand for any mockery involving his kingdom or his queen, nor was he going to let a vampire laugh from the protection of a machine without retribution. His sword clashed against the hull of the mech, forcing it to take a knee. What strength! His own troops gasped with awe. With a well placed swipe, Violet sliced through the hull like it was made of mere tin. Surrender general, and we will end you quick. You should have finished me off when you had the chance you prideful curs! He pulled out a pistol, firing it at Aron's head. His helmet caught the bullet, but the damage was done. Argh! He screamed. Slowly, he reached to where the bullet dented his helmet, pulling it out alongside with his helmet. His eye was destroyed. Look everyone. A bullet failed to kill me! Even injured, Lord Aron rallied his people. Even without another eye! I will still serve! With one quick slice, he took off the head of the general, holding it up for all to see. The engineers who charged began to retreat, tripping over the remains of their dead comrades.