Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

Over the horizon, metal beasts roared closer to the walls. Turrets peeked over the tracks with a pilot behind them. They were numerous, counting possibly forty or fifty in total. Dangerous alone, but devastating in groups, the armies of Richtus sent a large regiment to destroy the villages alongside their border. Behind the shambling tanks were war parties full of engineers to help maintain these war machines. For each tank, there were four engineers behind them. With nothing much but a wrench and a toolkit, they were brave. Many understood the complications of repairing a tank mid battle. Since the tank gave off an explosive like blast, the engineers surrounding them face an ear piercing sound and heat that baked them like a blistering oven. Most of these engineers were in fact trained slaves, threatened to be an engineer or their family being sacrificed as cannon fodder. It was a hard choice, but with the alternative being the torture of their families, they had little to bargain for. Behind them all was a single mech-like machine. Inside of it was a general from their army, fattened from the plunders of the villages. A battle with the general himself was little to fear, but the power of the mech was one that vampires understood would be a losing battle. Forward! The general hacked and coughed, pressing his army closer to the front line. He extremely optimistic about this battle, being even so prideful to not send scouts beforehand. Show these sword wielding fools what its like to fight against our might! Within moments, the tanks were running down the forests. Their machines had no thought of the sanctity of the forest, regardless of what it provided for the village. Seeing the destruction of the lands natural resources, the Queen gritted her teeth. Her own mind desired pushing her armies forth to avoid further destruction, but her heart spoke to her. She didn't want to lose a single vampire, even if it meant that they were going to have a difficult time surviving. She sent a messenger to the groups in the forest. Tell them. Do not engage until the tips of your swords touch the base of their tracks. Victory not yet decided until that moment. Hold fast. Patience is the deciding factor for us. Without another moments notice, a small army led by Norman took the field. Come on, show us of the true kingdom what your petty toys can do! He didn't take any longer to charge into the ranks of the engineers, turning the attention of the tanks. That fool! The queen looked on from the top of the walls. Our plan. It'll be ruined! The leading officer of the army responded kindly. Come on guys, he's squishy. Just run him over! The tanks began to turn, firing their high powered shells into the ranks of Norman's small army. Body parts flew as their lines began to shatter. The tanks had no care of whether their engineers were hit along side them. They were considered disposable. To the queen however, these vampires were her beloved people. Seeing them being shredded apart forced her into action. That blind idiot. Aron! Emerald! Move to reinforce the ranks of Norman. Create space for a retreat! Aron moved from the forest, charging into the turned tanks head on. The sheer power he placed within the strikes of his great sword was enough to force tanks to malfunction.