Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190327064128

(Everyone) “Goddess protect us.” Herja says as she flys over the scenery, taking the mass numbers. Acheron and Alburn look upon the mass of beasts with shocked and intimidated eyes. But Barnabus, Isadore and Armata look upon the numbers unfazed.

“I knew he would wear us down before finishing us firsthand....” Armata scowls.

Out in the field Marcus and Cerberus are hundreds of yards ahead the wall of soldiers watching as a wall of Grave Hags, Katakans, Fiends, Chorts, Giants, Bruxas and all other monstrosities of hell storm toward them. (Feel free to add non-MGE monsters to the RP.)

“Fuuuuuuuuck....” Marcus groans.

“Yup, it’s gonna be fun.” Cerberus replies.

Pramool turns to the city and all who look upon him, his eyes narrow and a guttural laugh can be heard by all.

“You, did not honestly believe I would deny my army it’s right to feed? Your flesh will satisfy their hunger. Your blood will quench their thirst and your screams will be the music to WHICH THEY FEAST!!!!” Pramool roars again and his swarm moves even quicker now.

Both Marcus draws his greatsword and Cerberus draws his Jagged greatsword. They both start walking toward the flood, quickening their pace the closer they get.

“YOU READY RUNT?!” Cerberus shouts.

“LETS GO!” Marcus shouts back.

The two go into a full sprint, running like beasts out of hell toward the swarm of mindless creatures. Cerberus runs directly into the hoard, swinging the greatsword like a bat. Creatures go flying while others cut down. Marcus leaps into the air over the swarm and then brings his greatsword down like a hammer. From a distance the wall of soldiers watch as the ground erupts where Marcus landed, earth and creatures flying like rag dolls.

“Brave mutt.” Armata smirks.

Despite Marcus and Cerberus putting out a wide spree of carnage to the enemy swarm, monsters still flood pass them toward the wall of men and Vampire warriors. They ready their shields and point their spears for the coming clash. Herja meanwhile swoops down with her sword drawn and repeatedly cuts down a creature with each dive. Mages and archers from the walls start bombarding the swarms with destruction magic and arrows. Even with the immense efforts to lessen the numbers before contact, the wall of soldiers still facing and overwhelming charge.

The creatures collide into the wall of steel and spears, the bigger beasts like the giants, chorts and fiends break through the wall entirely and into the lines. The soldiers fight desperately to isolate the penetrated parts of their ranks. Armata looks to Alburn and Acheron, and the two head to the fight.