Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

Quick to move and steps not wasted, Agatha and Claudia were on the ground once more. Sure the oh so mighty general was dead, but none were to be left alive. Of course it was impossible to eliminate every last one of the rats, but dwindling numbers was necessary Agatha thought... Oh and Agatha was a sadist too. Claudia on the other hand was just wearied and marginally chafed. The Lady quite enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, Agatha always attacked with ferocious brutality and no one could get in her way of the blood bath. Her illusionists knew well of her violent bursts. You could say the shedding of blood and mangled bodies being strewn across the bloodied grass was something that would get her off. Her scattered troops went ahead and entrapped those who were too slow and other stragglers. One by one Agatha would strangle and choke them until their throats could breathe no more and separated their heads from their bodies without a single drop of remorse. It was long and tiring and she couldn't keep it up for long even with the little brown tincture she had consumed moments earlier. Of course there were still too many and it was inevitable that many would escape, but either way she took her time as Claudia was a bit faster in her approach, using swift movements of her blade to behead those she still saw running and using energy shields to hurl and use as a more barbaric way to deal with them, she would bash their heads with it, entrap one or more between two and squish them like you would with a mosquito. Claudia continued to scan the perimeter and wait for further command as her blade and shield met those who fled. She would.have to fight some whilst others were simply running away. She could grieve the fallen later. Those who were once friends when she was more of a commoner and soliders she dressed up with and drank with before those bloody battle. Who knows how long it would be until another attack would launch too. Those thoughts often raced through her mind in the worst of times, her glowing eyes blinked as she drew her sword from the shattered skull of a mechanic. The air around her would be filled with grief and woe as she stared down thinking. It was the perfect opening for an attack thought her senses were not yet dulled and she swung out towards the enemy that wanted to try their hand at taking another life. They met a quick end when Claudia's sword met them between their eyes. She returned to the side of Violet and took her time watching out for any other oncoming attackers. She didn't so much as let out a grunt by the time she came back. Part of her wondered if this was normal of her. She knew nothing of the outside species that may or may not have existed, but she wondered if the other side would be like this too. Full or war torn cities and so called leaders tormenting their people and throwing them into suicide missions. Agatha soon arrived at the other side of Violet watching the flying drakes and their masters too. A most blissful day yes? I love a good bloody battle field, I may pass the illusionary spells though. Not as fun as I thought it was! Perhaps I should spend another two centuries on frost magic or perhaps learn some newer ones, What do you think my Queen? She asked with a large toothy grin plastered on her face. It's a shame we lost so many today, I do hope Richtus gives us a wee break, would be a shame if we had to go through another day of this hellish battle, but at the least my hands were dirtied. I believe my headcount has grown a bit more today. Agatha spoke in a pleased tone. She could never take anything seriously could she? It was always jokes and small talk with her, serious when planning war strategies and political manners, but all else? Ehhhhh Not so much...