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“Artillery!”

“It’s the bloody Vench Gaventorsten fourteen bloody inch guns!”

Rentu Skinnar stared up as suddenly the sky was illuminated by cannonade blasted from across the field and plummeting down toward them. Skinnar frantically looked forward at the line of swordsmen before him, chaotically stabbing out at the Phoenix soldiers before them – the space between ally and enemy so thin that the riflemen barely had room to shoot between their sword wielding allies. “Take cover!” Skinnar spat. “Retreat!”

Skinnar began to pelt back down the field they had made a bloody charge against, he leading the soldiers backward over the bodies that littered the battlefield. The ground opened as they approached, uniformed soldiers underneath the blackened grassland opening up the underground cavern with Phoenix power for the soldiers to retreat into. “Into the hole!” A Seed soldier yelled as he sat on the edge of the opening, indicating with white-gloved hands as much as he could for the soldiers to enter. With a dive Skinnar leapt forward with a line of soldiers, expertly landing in the pit and hurriedly moving out of the way for the next wave to jump in.

“Sir!” The lookout called, leaping down into the pit. “It’s coming down.’

“Close the hole!” Skinnar yelled at the man’s words. “It’s coming-!”

The earth closed as the remaining Seed soldiers fell to the ground, clawing desperately at the grass to let them back in as the Vench artillery fire blew apart bits of earth on the battle-field. The remaining Oblivion soldiers began to flee desperately down their side of the hill toward the hillside village that had acted as a makeshift fortress since it’s capture, though the cannonade was decimating most of the field. “Let us in!” The Seed soldiers pleaded, banging and crying onto the grass of the land. “God’s mercy, let us in!” The artillery fire ripped them off the earth, one by one.

“Bloody hell!” The Seed Commander said as he limped through the tunnel. “That’s a royal leviathan.”

“A thought they were hours away fighting at the Bako blockade, it’s chaos there,” Another yelled angrily.

“It’s one ship, one leviathan. That’s one hundred soldiers,” Skinnar murmured.

“And fourteen inch guns! Gaventorsten’s! That’s precise aiming, rapid fire, we don’t have a battle-field while those are setup and manned!” The commander cried.

“Enough! We had Oblivion’s forces numbered, with careful planning we can do the same to the Vench,” Skinnar said, glancing down to a dirty map laid out upon a table.

“It was the Ulfirian’s who gave us the intel about the blockade, they knew!” A soldier spoke.

“They knew nothing, the Ulfirian Military is our ally,” Skinnar interrupted. “We fought the main battle while they took the fortress, took out the Oblivionite catipults.”

“We traded their catapults for Gaventorsten Artillery, Skinnar!” Talon, a tall, well-dressed assassin spoke up from the corner of the cave. “And the Vench are going to blow them out of garrison with the leviathan.”

“That’s our chance then, we switch the plan we were going to do to the Oblivionite fortress and do it to the Vench!” Skinnar called as more bits of rubble came down upon them as the earth above became indented with artillery fire. “They’re going to pack up the artillery for the attack on the Oblivionite fortress. If Oblivion’s men still have it they’re decimated, one battle won, if Ulfire does then oh well. While they’re down Talon you do what you were meant to do to the Oblivionite commander to the Vench man, take him, hold his head out, we storm the ship while it’s landed!”

“Risky Skinnar!” Talon called.

“You don’t say?!” Skinnar yelled back.

“If the Leviathan got through then the rest got through, that’s dreadnaughts, thousands of men and bombs!” The Seed commander said.

“Well they’re not here now!” Skinnar explained. “If we get up there and there are more in the horizon we’re all dead, if we have an ounce of time to capture the Leviathan we have two options! One, Captain Gervian may have broken through the deadlock in the port of Otia King and can aid us; two he’s still stuck and we jettison the planet with the Leviathan. Understood?!”

“Yes sir!” The Seed troops called out.

Skinnar smirked. “Then let’s wait for the shaking to stop.”

***

Music played and loud laughter was carried through the streets as the Seed soldiers celebrated. From the top balcony of the Oblivionite fortress, what was once the village’s mead hall, Rentu Skinnar sat back in a rocking chair and stared out as the sun whisked away on the edges of the decimated and thoroughly destroyed battle-field.

It had worked. The Vench had landed to occupy the fortress, which was still occupied with battle between the Ulfire and Oblivion’s men. As the Vench moved in Talon had managed to enter the battlefield and take out the Vench Commander, giving Skinnar and the remaining Seed soldiers a chance to board the leviathan and commandeer the artillery and weapons the ship possessed. It was a quick surrender. Est. three hundred Seed soldiers left, forty Vench soldiers captured, twenty Ulfirian soldiers remaining, and, by the time Skinnar had occupied the fortress, zero Oblivionite soldiers left alive.

Skinnar had forced the Vench soldiers to call out to the rest of the fleet, telling them to avert the warzone and to falsely report that the battle was won. They were safe… for the night, at least.

“Skinnar,” A voice whispered.

Rentu Skinnar turned as from the entranceway Talon’s form stepped forward. He was a gaunt man, pale and with long black hairs. His face, and his eyes, had looked increasingly more empty as the war had continued.

“May I help you, Talon?” Skinnar whispered.

“The battle today did not go as planned,” Talon spoke as he stepped toward the ledge of the balcony, the perch cold compared to the warm celebration in the streets below. “We were supposed to corner the Oblivionite’s and I was supposed to go with the Ulfirian’s, take out the brain while you massacred the body into a retreat.”

“The Ulfirian’s ship was downed, they could no group up. Their attack went early and we tried to manage,” Skinnar murmured reasonably. “And then the Vench came, you know what happened. Your skills were used in the end.”

“Fighting the Vench… I was a soldier, Skinnar, not an assassin,” Talon hissed.

“You are an assassin in Seed’s army, Talon. In war sometimes an assassin must be a soldier,” Skinnar replied.

Talon shook his head. “Seed was never meant to be this. When did we become such savages?”

Skinnar laughed. “Six months ago, old boy.” He took a sip of his brew. “And you’re six months late of realizing.”

***

"And what if it's a warrior and he tries to kill you?" Song questioned as she knelt down and began to rip apart the creatures muscles, finding a juicy part and taking a bite. "You'll be outnumbered," She murmured, starring at the man as she ate the creature.