!!RkFQIQOO6xk 10/30/11(Sun)01:51 No.16781702|
Soon enough, you catch up to the back of the army; the King and his warband are in front of the meteor, looking around in bad humor. "Alright, where ARE they?"
>"Up on the meteor, you have to climb to get to tBLORP!"
And right on cue, the woodfolk army is caught in a threefold attack: sunfang spearmen pinball out from the trees and crash- no, they VAULT, business-end first- into the milling woodfolk like goddamn dragoons, wreaking havoc. The sunfangs with clubs pile into the fray, smashing the woodfolk trying to defend themselves from the sudden spears.
The MIDDLE of the woodfolk formation abruptly caves in; in what is now a half-ditch, half-pit, the leafdancers start dicing up the woodfolk spearmen with green flying blades, with Aazz right in the middle of it, smashing faces with gleeful abandon.
And then there's Bearex, your champion... who lets out a horrific roar before jumping into the fray FROM ATOP THE METEOR. His impact alone utterly dissolves the front line, and the woodfolk- who were expecting a bear skeleton, and a beat-up one at that- actually start FLEEING.
In this situation, the woodfolk's warband outnumbers you, but that just means more targets to hit.
This leaves you and a few flankers- clubmen, mostly- facing off against the swordsmen and King Selac, who is staring at you with flabbergasted hatred. "You...! YOU!"
With a bellow, Selac commands his swordsmen to cut you down like the dog you are (his words, not mine); you and ten sunfang clubbers are standing against an approaching wave of fifteen swordsmen.