Booom!
Plume of smoke appeared as the once tightly closed gates now blasted open. The debris used to block the gate from opening were flung away, hitting a villager or two unfortunate enough to be near the area.
The women who assisted in lifting the wounded and bringing more arrows and rocks to walls turned pale.
Through the plume of smoke, they can see red eyes, staring at them.
Scream!
The scream awakened defender who was focused on the goblin's climbing through the wall.
It happened all too fast, a flash, then a loud crash. After that a cloud of smoke appeared with the debris being flung away from the gates.
The goblin chief with his mount used their energy as they slammed through the wooden gates
Just as the women began to flee in fear.
A golden flash dashed through the defenders heading to the gate.
Swooosh
Clang
A heavy Clang rang
The clash of two weapons blasted the dust in the air away. Making the two figures clashing with their weapons visible.
Lancel covered in Silvery-Bronze film were facing the leader of the goblins.
A top his giant gray wolf the Goblin Chief clashed with Lancel's great sword using one of his sickle.
Swoosh
A flash of gray appeared its trajectory aiming for Lancel's head.
Tilting his head, the gray flash missed Lancel's head narrowly.
Specks of Lancel's golden hair was cut. Lancel's eyes met with the Goblin Chiefs.
Lancel's eyes dilated as he was the goblin chief's a mocking expression.
As suddenly Lancel felt an ominous premonition. His body screaming to dodge as he tried to sense were the ominous premonition is coming from.
'Below!' Trusting his instinct he moved, putting strength on his legs and pushing him self back.
*Chomped*
A second after he pushed himself back the sound of teeth heavily smashing on to one another rang on where he was standing before.
A wolf's head came into his sight, its large fangs grinds as it felt nothing between its jaws. It let out a growl in frustration as it missed Lancel by a mere fraction of a second.
The gray wolf which the goblin chief was riding attempted to bite Lancel as he was pre occupied by its rider.
Stopping at where he stood. Lancel looked behind the goblin chief. Hordes of goblins were now rushing for the gates.
Footsteps sounded from behind Lancel, as the militia and garrison of Hatr made their way for the gates.
The defenders of Hatr led by Barov and Istav formed up behind Lancel. Together with them were warriors with transparent film around their bodies.
Lancel and the goblin chiefs eyes met, their second battle since the beginning of the siege.
Lancel lose before… this time he mustn't. If he lose… this time… there will be no other time… so with utmost focused he addressed the men behind him. "We hold this ground…"
As he lowered his posture preparing to meet the goblin chief once more. His eyes roamed around. With a yell he barked out a list of commands.
"Pass my orders! Bran! Will take the non-combatants to the shelter. Oros will lead the young men with him and help escort Bran and the others. Raul will hold the wall! Tell him no matter what happens he is to prevent the goblins from occupying the walls.
Barov, you're with me. We hold this place.
I'll try to fend off the goblin chief.
Someone inform Lucius of the current situation… tell him summon as much Earth Puppets as possible and send it here."
Barov behind Lancel, pointed at some of the men as he ordered them relay Lancel's commands.
As the men sent to relay the message left, the goblins began gathering behind the goblin chief.
Mimicking Lancel and the defenders actions. Waiting for their numerically superior numbers to gather.
The gates were breached, and the defenders of Hatr are unprepared for such a situation … but they are more than ready.
They had their prayers before… no matter what happens this point on. They must hold on… hold on for their dear ones.
Shields raised and spears pointed forward.
Swords were drawn. As the milia held their axes and pitch forks tightly.
*Heavy Breathing*
The silence in the gates broken by the shrill screach of the Goblin Chief.
Like a command to charge the goblins which were gathering behind the goblin chief now charged at the defenders in droves.
"Gahhhhh!" They growled and screached as they charged. Pushing one another to reach the human first, like a moth attracted to a fire, they disregard the sharp end of the spears pointed at them.
It have been days seen the siege began. Days of eating their own to sustain their hunger. Now… they see the humans no longer a top the walls but like them on the ground.
They can reach them… no… they can't wait to reach them. Their mouths drooled as they charged with crazed eyes.
Food… meat… ah… they can't wait.
At the sight of their foes charge the men were nervous, they can't help it. Prior to this they were still lax because of the wool protecting them and with the arrival of Lancel and Lucius, they were somewhat confident that they can last until the army of the baron arrives.
But now… seeing the goblins eye to eye. Looking at their charging figure infront of them. The men were terrified… but at the thought of their love ones behind them. Imagining the sight of what will happen to their dear ones once these feral creatures passed by them… the men mustered the courage to scream and yell.
Matching the goblins loud noises. The men made noises, shouting and screaming. Venting their terror and nervousness as they shook their weapons as they let it all out.
The troops encouraged themselves.
Seeing their foes closing in, they lowered themselves and prepared to brace.
The battle of the two species has now reached a higher stage.
*Bang*
First to meet was Lancel and the Goblin Chief, both super powered warriors charged onto one another, leaving a cloud of dust on their wake.
The clash seems like a dance as they dodge one another attacks. Their footsteps giving the illusion that both fighters had rehearsed this fight. A beautiful sight if not for the fact that they were aiming to kill one another.
Disregarding the allies besides them fully occupied by their dance of life and death.
Around the two the human and the goblins made contact.
*Puchi puchi*
Spears pierced the goblins as the humans holding the shields were forced to take a step back at the brunt of thousands of goblins slamming on their defensive line.
Every time a defender goes in for a stab, his hand holding his spear will be preyed upon by the goblins, Clawing and biting the outstretched arm.
Resulting casualties among the defenders.
Goblins trying to be witty, stepped on their companions trying to climb a top the wooden shields, only to be met by pitch forks, swords, and axes.
Their arms and heads, either smashed or slashed. Their bodies fell on the ground only to be stepped on by their kin.
A top the wall the Raul led the defenders in dealing with the climbing goblins. Archers focus was divided between the outside and inside of the walls.
Arrows were loosed and rocks and woods were dropped at the goblins.
Heads were crushed and bloods splattered along the ground.
For every arrow loose a goblin lets out a wailed pain.
Bran the retired adventurer led the women, children's and the elderly away from the battlefield, on to the village shelter.
Oros together with the young men of Hatr escort them as they dealt with the few goblins who have successfully entered the moment the goblin chief slammed the gate open.
The strong defense of Hatr now began to crumble. As men take on the numerically superior goblins on the open field.
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"Ugh!" The human warriors was overwhelmed as some began to lose their balance and fell.
Those who were lucky were able to fend off themselves from the goblins trying to get on top of them. With the help of those behind them they were able to stand.
On the other hand… those who were unlucky fell were dragged by the goblins.
Their frightened screams and cries were soon heard as they began to suffer a fate worse than death.
Their pleas for death fell onto deaf ears as their foes took pleasure on their torment.
The cries and pleading caused the men's morale to took a hit, but nonetheless the men remained strong. Afterall… if they lose their will now… it'll not just be them who will end with such a fate. Even those behind them.
The moment when such tragedy was taking place the ground shook as a massive pillar of Earth was formed near the village center.
Lucius a top the pillar began casting multiple spells.
Soon one of such spell was finished as a massive rock was raised and split into small rocks.
With a point of his staff, the small rocks turned into a fast projectile and began hitting the goblins amassing on to the gate of Hatr.
Pained wail and cries sounded as the rock tore apart the small bodies of the goblins.
Footsteps soon echoed from behind the human lines as creation of earth began to join the human in their defense.
Lucius's Earth puppets turned their hands into sharpened blades. Slashing the goblins and dragging human warriors who were pulled by the goblins onto the ground.
Lucius a top his tower of Earth repeatedly casted the spell as his earth puppets began to helped the humans.
Taking mana potion left and right. Lucius action bolstered the troops morale.
Oros returned after escorting Bran and non combatants into the village center.
Him and young men of Hatr mend the inured and dragged those unable to continue fighting to village's shelter, hoping for the non combatants to care for the incapacitated men.
The fighting raged on for hours.
Losing more and more grounds the defenders causalties began to rise exponentially.
Just as the sun were about to rise.
A horn sounded.
And shouting can be heard.
Zalsac has arrived.