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The effects of the strikes against the nocturnes had the desired effect and a slight shift was noticed in the battle lines as Pegulian soldiers pushed from the flank along the wall. On the verge of panic the men and women of the north went into an almost primal state. Turning to bite what was scaring them. In groups barley caring about the risk of death they threw themselves towards the nocturnes like wild beasts with their spears and swords, desperate at this new chance.
This shook the enemy lines of kaustirians that now fought an enemy that feared death to the point of madness. The chaos spread and for once it looked like the men of pegulis would win this battle. Aided by their mages and mobile forces beyond the walls.
It even looked like it from Torvals side as the battle raged on. Slowly but surely the Nocturnes where pushed back hacked and slashed to pieces as the Pegulis men formed up once more getting back the advantage of their wall and shield formations. Now the men had gotten the taste of battle alongside their brethren feeling the possible taste of victory as the relentless assault turned in their favour.
As if feeling this change, the horns of the waiting forces of the vanguard sounded loudly ordering the advancement of its waiting troops. With killed commanders and dead messengers disrupting the communication. The only thing that held the nocturnes on the advance was their mere amount.
This is what Torval wanted and hoped this gamble was correct. Now it was up to those lights if they could burn more than just nocturnes. Pulling back his men Torval stared towards one of the posts with those lights in the fortress. It was surrounded by men and mages guarding it tightly with the battle raging on around them. This was his purpose out here and seeing the new army come marching he waited a long painful wait as they moved steadily over the fields. And then he gave his signal.
In the fortress the post lit with a pulse of heat vibrating the air around it. A bright lance of fire reached for the sky cutting deep into the clouds above the battle. The resulting events shook the walls as the post with the lights exploded dispersing the men around like feathers and cracking the stone beneath. Leaving a silent aftermath.
The wall was weakened but the sacrifice was not for nothing. Torval looked up at the clouds and saw movements of light that spread behind the veil. And moments later that very veil broke as a large burning husk fell towards the battlefield casting is ghastly light and shadows of tormenting flames over the plains.
But it did not fall straight down where they had hoped.
"We are leaving, call the retreat" Torval said in a stiff tone.
"And the men in the fortress?......" Their leader did not reply.
This shook the enemy lines of kaustirians that now fought an enemy that feared death to the point of madness. The chaos spread and for once it looked like the men of pegulis would win this battle. Aided by their mages and mobile forces beyond the walls.
It even looked like it from Torvals side as the battle raged on. Slowly but surely the Nocturnes where pushed back hacked and slashed to pieces as the Pegulis men formed up once more getting back the advantage of their wall and shield formations. Now the men had gotten the taste of battle alongside their brethren feeling the possible taste of victory as the relentless assault turned in their favour.
As if feeling this change, the horns of the waiting forces of the vanguard sounded loudly ordering the advancement of its waiting troops. With killed commanders and dead messengers disrupting the communication. The only thing that held the nocturnes on the advance was their mere amount.
This is what Torval wanted and hoped this gamble was correct. Now it was up to those lights if they could burn more than just nocturnes. Pulling back his men Torval stared towards one of the posts with those lights in the fortress. It was surrounded by men and mages guarding it tightly with the battle raging on around them. This was his purpose out here and seeing the new army come marching he waited a long painful wait as they moved steadily over the fields. And then he gave his signal.
In the fortress the post lit with a pulse of heat vibrating the air around it. A bright lance of fire reached for the sky cutting deep into the clouds above the battle. The resulting events shook the walls as the post with the lights exploded dispersing the men around like feathers and cracking the stone beneath. Leaving a silent aftermath.
The wall was weakened but the sacrifice was not for nothing. Torval looked up at the clouds and saw movements of light that spread behind the veil. And moments later that very veil broke as a large burning husk fell towards the battlefield casting is ghastly light and shadows of tormenting flames over the plains.
But it did not fall straight down where they had hoped.
"We are leaving, call the retreat" Torval said in a stiff tone.
"And the men in the fortress?......" Their leader did not reply.
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