Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

The illusion spell proved quite effective in portraying a winning battle for the armies of Richtus. Perhaps this was the turning point of the battle. The tanks continued to roll forwards against the shield. Despite the experience of the general in physical combat, magic was an element that little of them cared to understand. They always believed that their machines would lead them to victory, even to the bitter end. Charge! He continued to push through, charging through their ranks. Soon his mech met the shield, siphoning the energy out. Unlike the other machines, the mech also had anti magic capabilities. The more magic that this machine interacted with, the more powerful it would get due to its siphoning. The armies of Queen Violet were smart in their own ways, but not smart in terms of technology. It was the biggest weakness of this group. Little in their own ranks would take upon advancing the technologies of the kingdom to stay close to their roots. It would only take time before the armies of Richtus develop a machine capable of countering their long held enemies. The illusions were a little too well done . Even those on their own side believed the facade. Queen Violet gushed about her own troops and seeing them being slaughtered like that wouldn't stand by her idly. She wanted to avenge them. With a shout, she brought her ambush troops out into the open, to protect the phantom soldiers. Ciph's drake riders dashed out of the village, rounding the flanks of the tanks. They may be strong, but they were relatively slow. The shadow fencers charged in formation through the fray, leading to penetrating strikes into the tanks hull. Even if outnumbered, the orders of the queen were absolute. She was not willing to sit back behind her own lines and watch as her front lines collapsed and her family along with her close friend Claudia being at risk. She wasn't like the monster that was Sebastian the First. She was willing to die for the people who died for her. With Norman's body on the ground, she steeled her resolved. Mages, show them the might of the Kingdom!' With Hwa at the right distance and her mages all charged up for battle, she ordered the command. Meteors from the sky fell upon the tanks as the ground began to shake. The Queen's units were out of range where the artillery barrage was going to strike, and yet the engineer core of the Richtus army was exposed to this attack. If we manage to destroy the suppliers of these beasts, we can force them to starve. Hwa understood the nature of the tanks, being once a Richtus slave herself. She saw these machines and how they lived, what they needed to survive. The mechanic core is what held the army together, the backbone of it. If you manage to take out the spine that keeps them up, you'll make the army crumple and falter against even the weakest armies. Let them be fodder for out meteors. Show them the wrath that we store. Let the grounds turn red with the bodies of our enemies. Show those bastards who they shouldn't fuck with. Seeing her previous captors struck a nerve in the Lady. Despite her desires to protect the Queen, seeing her enemies fall from her order was the second most satisfying feeling, only being second to the feeling of felling her captors by her own hands.