Ammerztil seen a normal sight out past the mountains, black clouds and smoke, but something wasn't right, it was the steady beating, matching the beating of his heart but this wasnt any heart, no it was war drums echoeing through the mountain pass. He had no clue where Atzmon's council had decided where to put the other knights and hated it. He pulled his helmet over his head and drew his mighty sword. He seen the army begin emerging from the mountains, he raised his shield and walked to the top of the hill to wait. Then the black mass stopped, and a huge bellow came from the generals deformed mouth, and they charged towards him. He easily sliced and hacked his way to the other end of there force, they turned back towards the mountains and attacked again. He downed three easily, then he felt a huge force hit him in the head, knocking the helmet off his head, he rolled and stabbed the beasts leg then chopped its head off, spilling its black blood everywhere. He dropped his shield and began swinging his sword wildly, destroying the small force of dark ones. he stopped with three infantry men and two large brutes glaring at him. He gripped the handle of his sword with both hands and glared back " Let's do this".

"I hate the forest. I have so many allergies. And where am I?" Lyra looked at her map as she walked silently on an old path, grumbling to herself about never getting any real work done. Sure, she had killed a few of the Dark Ones, but her only hope of killing them was spotting them from afar. And to do this, she would need to find a tall tree or a cliff. The cliff seemed a better way to go, but she wasn't anywhere near the sea or a lake. In fact, she'd passed a lake a few days ago.

Lyra looked at the map again, angrily kicking a stone out of her way. This was hopeless! She groaned, then hopped off the trail and started climbing the tallest pine tree she could find. Once at the top, she sat on a larger branch and leaned back against the trunk. She looked for any signs of the creatures or her fellow nights. Either would be a joy to spot for her.

Towa flowed through the crowded mass of bodies like water through a rock. "One limb, two limb, black limb, new limb!" He screamed and giggled in excitement. Each individual of the mass attacked him with all the furiosity they could muster, which only ended up with said individuals each missing a large chunk of what was once a body. He danced to and fro in his psychopathic intoxication. Each swing of his Scythe bringing out a scream of agony from the blades receiver. "More! More!" he cried as the numbers started to dwindle. And like an answer to his prayers, more came. And more came. For each one he cut down, five would pop up in his place.
As he was slicing apart a heavy set creature welding a large Axe, three pike men appeared behind and pierced him straight through the chest. Towa's frantic attacks ceased to a halt at that moment, but more Pikemen came and joined their brotheren, jabbing their weapons into him until there was no space left. Clear liquid drained out of the body until it looked like a hollow shell of ice.
"Having fun playing in the puddle?" asked Towa, floating on his belly three feet above the crowd of Dark Ones, arms resting on the pole of his scythe as though he were on a bed. The Pikemen all responded, simultaneously trying to lift their pikes, only to succeed in creating confused clatter amongst themselves. "Here," he said with, a voice of false concern, "I will give you a hand." He lifted his weapon high in the air as a devious smile grew rapidly across his face, and in one swoop, all the weapons dropped, hands still griping tight to the poles.
Towa's weapon seemed to wallow in the fresh blood for the moment and the blade glowed bright crimson. In response to the change, the holder swooped down and rained death on the growing wave of dead and bloodied bodies. That is, until a strong gust of wind seemed to cause time to stop.
What was left of the army of Dark Ones tried to make another pass at him, but he just jumped, ducked, and weaved though their attempts.
"Looks like mommy says its time to start the party." Towa said, smile now gone from his face. "Don't worry. I am sure we will get to play again real soon." With that he faded into the wind. Leaving the remainder of the army completely bewildered.

Ammerztil stood facing the monsters for what felt like hours, but was really only five minutes. Then the first brute raised his spiked club over his head, meaning to turn Ammerztil into a paste, He rolled and stabbed the beast in the leg, cut two huge gashes into its chest then rolled onto its back and stabbed it in the back of the head . He jumped off and decapitated the first two infantrymen, getting a good shower in thier black blood. He lobbed the arm off of the next one then spinned his sword and stabbed it through the heart. He seen the next brute would be much harder to kill. It wore a large helmet and carried a giagantic sword, Ammerztil ran and grabbed his sheild and prepared to fight. It came at him, he shifted to the side and smashed it with his shield, knocking its helmet off. He tried to swing his sword and got it smacked out of his hand, he raised his shield, the creature ripped it out of his hands and kicked him to the ground. It dropped its sword beside him and got face to face with him. He could smell its rotten breath, it made him feel like throwing up. He noticed a sharp rock and grasped it. He jabbed it into the eye of the brute, grabbed its huge sword with one hand, closed his eyes and swong it wildly in front of him, he felt a hot spray on his face, he looked to his right and seen its head beside him, the body was gushing blood and somewhat crawling around, he forced the huge blade into the stump of its throat and it fell. He picked up his own equipment and let loose a battlecry of victory, he stood over the beast, now what to do.

Blood pooled at her feet as she wiped a few drops from her face. It was a pointless effort as it merely left a larger black smudge across her pale cheek. There was water nearby, she could smell it but..where was she? Too bad she had lost that damned map. It hadn't mattered much the last couple days. Plenty of nasty little buggers to kill. How she wished any one of her brothers or sisters was here. She was a social woman and the quiet serenity of nature was starting to wear on her nerves.

She dug the heel of her boot into the stomach of her recent kill and gripped the massive axe handle tightly, ripping it out of the head and spraying blood everywhere in the process. The shuffling of rocks caught her attention from behind and she swung full circle, heaving the axe onto her shoulder. She had expected another of the Dark Ones but was instead greeted by a deer. Chuckling, she lowered the axe and cleaned the blade off. Her small friend bounded off and she swung her sack onto her shoulder, following its tracks. Sooner or later, it would lead her to the water..or at least close enough that she could find it on her own.

A large, snow white, bull charged down the mountain pass, headed in the direction of Ammerztil, though he was still some miles away. Its rider was bouncing in his usual comical fashion. "Yah Betty! Yah!" He shouted as he cam across a gap in the ridge. He rode on faster and faster still until they jumped. He and his hog soared through the air to the other side. "SOAR PIG SOAR!" Zomara's glee followed suit as he forced it to grow frosted wings, while he attempted a hand stand. The boar kicked as the wings flapped, throwing him straight off and left him on his rear. "I guess pigs really do know how to fly." he muttered to himself as he brushed the dust off his already disheveled clothing. Watching it try to escape from him, he slowly dissolved the wings so it would land right there in the area of his own prey without the bull going splat.

"What the-?" Lyra was suddenly aware of two things: a deer rushing below her to a herd she had not spotted before. And then there was the white dot towards the edge of the land. Well, if it was white it was likely that whoever or whatever it was, it wasn't a Dark One. Speaking of which, they were long over due. She sighed and jumped down a few branches, until she was only about forty feet off the ground. She continued to descend nimbly, bending away from sharp branches until she was about ten feet off the ground, at which she jumped down and rolled to absorb the impact.

She looked around and sprinted after the herd of deer, hoping to catch one and help her get to the border faster. If it was one of her fellow knights, they would be greatly welcome. But if it wasn't, Lyra was ready with her arrows and spiked gloves. She was panting now, running fast to catch up. Blasted deer, why did they run so stinking fast? If only her horse hadn't fallen down that ravine.... "Ahhhhh!" Lyra screamed as she ran, still panting. Maybe if she got lucky somebody would reply. Or she would attract attention or scare off potential food. Goodness, did she ever think?