Jose
War drums beat in their hundreds, horns resounded the mighty calls as the legion moved forth. The army of the realm of Aeterna's Imperial City itself, The Legio Titanicus, the knights of ***Pride.*** In their tens of thousands did they march, the earth quaking below their boots as the strode to the field of battle- ready to face and lay low the enemy that has amassed at their borders.

Ahead of them all, astride a white lion of Titanos' own creation, was their leader. His white and gold armor shining like the sun, his white hair like the purity of light itself. There sat the last remaining *Demigod of War*, Pride Malcorin. With a wave of his hand flags raise all within his legio, halting the march while the demigod took a good look at what he was facing.

"***Rabble... To dare stand against the child of war is to throw yourself against the mountains of Forstead. Even in your thousands can you not move me from where I may be.***" He felt it, a white hot burning within his chest, his very heart beating faster as the anticipation of battle grew closer and closer. To some it brought fear, to others uncertainty, but to Pride it was nothing if not *Fulfilling.* It made him excited, it drew out his very being, a joyous thing he is born from. Victory over battle and war are his alone to claim for he is born of their very essence.

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With another raise of his hand did flags raise high, preparing archers and artillery for the command to fire. Thankfully he'd had a town to make his base of operations before the battle, he'd had time to collect and organize all the assets he needed for victory- while his enemy came from the wastelands, hungry and ill-prepared.

"*Tribal scum... A shame you have fallen from the grace of the Gods. I will bring their judgment down upon you, be thankful of their mercy for I will be* ***Swift.***"

Now he awaited the tribes advance, giving him atleast a few short hours to make sure his men are rested and prepared for battle. Mercenaries filled the auxiliary, those who merely wished to fight could also join, while the true knights of the legion began to silently mutter their oaths of battle.
Chris
Henri arrived at the auxiliary wing, joining the ranks of his fellow dwarves. Most of them were men he already knew, after all the best in the business are very well acquainted with each other. Mercenaries weren't hard to come by, true, but so few are the men who wouldn't run away in an instant. 

He and his friends are one of those few.

**"Lads!"** He calls out to his friends, all of whom turn to him as if he was their leader. He wasn't about to make a grand speech though, that was far suited to the noble type. He knew exactly how to increase morale. **"How about we make a wager? 20 coins a dwarf, whoever gets the most kills gets it all! Who's in?!"**

The men cheered, and soon enough, they were crowding a little in order to place their bets. Whoever wins gets more than triple, even quadruple- regardless of whatever "Ple" It may be, he'll make sure he'll come out of this battle a richer man than he was before! 

After the commotion had died down, he joined the ranks again in the front, blunderbuss in hand and an axe in its scabbard by his side. He was eager for a fight, it had been so long since he stretched his little toes. And scratched the itch of his trigger finger.
Jose
The rumble before battle, the trembling of the earth and the shaking of trees and stones. It always filled Pride with anticipation, his heart beat quickening and his senses honing in. It was a sound and sensation that felt purely euphoric to the demigod of war. Battle and war in all of their sensations was the very essence to which Pride was sired from, the very being of war itself was his father, a shard of the greater diety of war- but he was the last of said shards. He was the last of his brood, thus, by divine right this was *His* Domain.

The barbarian horde drew closer and closer by the second, ragged ranks of thousands, crude weaponry and even cruder tactics. They shouted and bellowed like berserkers, frothing and animalistic creatures. The enemy drew near and now was the time to begin.

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A voice like thunder boomed across the land, carried in every directions and heard by all. The voice of Pride, a manifestation of his divine lineage, boosting both the morale and physical capabilities of his soldiers. Stamina, strength, resolve and every other sense or trait of battle was enhanced, blessed by the power of Pride himself.

"***LEGIO, YOU WILL FOLLOW MY BANNER DOWN THE CENTER, WE WILL CARVE A PATH. CAVALRY, TAKE YOUR HEAVY HORSE LEFT. AUXILIARY, FROM THE RIGHT. AWAIT MY SIGNAL.***"

The orders for war have been given, more to come naturally, but for now the plan has been given in its simplest way. No room for error, no room for doubt.

The ringing of a sword shimmered through the air as Pride drew his blade. Turning his mount and raising his blade high, the demigod unleashed the totality of war. He brought his blade down swiftly, a command, and within a heartbeat did catapults hurl their stones and archers littered the skies with arrows.

"***GRANT TO THESE BARBARIANS ONE THING.***"

The demigod held his blade high as his mount turned to face the horde, the barbarians now within distance for a charge.

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Horns resounded all around, the order to charge had been given. And so it begin in earnest.
Chris
Upon the call of the demigod - which the dwarves were more than happy to follow simply because he seemed to be able to live at the end of the day and pay them unlike their past employers - the Dwarves formed up in battle formation proper, blunderbusses and axes ready to be struck at the endless hordes. 

Alongside other auxiliary units, Henri readied his weapon, watching the charging forces before them. Soon it'll be their turn to bring death to the enemy, but patience was a virtue of its own... He shall wait for a signal.

He did not have to do so for long.

 FIRE!"**

With the horns sounding and the booming voice of Pride echoing across friendly lines, the rank-and-file auxiliaries proceeded to unload their weapons on the enemy. The crackling of their weapons filled the air, and so did the smoke emitted by the shot of their early-stage rifles. Many fell to their ranks with just a shot, but many more replaced them, stepping over their fallen comrades. With the enemy only a few paces away, the dwarves put away their weapons, pulling out their axes. Henri included.

 HEARD THE BIG MAN! DEATH TO THEM!"**

He counter-charged, driving his axe on the shoulder of an armorless barbarian. Soon, like the legionary center, they descended on the hordes with ferocity and bravery. Henri sliced and hacked his way through the thick skin, skulls, and flesh of his foes, many falling to him.
Jose
His hand was raised, the order wavering on the precipice of absolution. Any other tactician would have made the call sooner, normally believing themselves to need a larger distance in order to fully get their horses and men into a true charge- not true. Pride knew of the powder carried by his auxiliary, the strength of his cavalry and the might order his men, thus the command was given when the enemy were well within range of shot and charge alike.

His hand moved down, the command given, horns resounded from all around with their powerful calls to signal the charge to begin.

Rifles puffed black clouds of smoke and fire, the auxiliary did as commanded, he'd make sure they received an extra hot meal as thanks after all was said and done. But now was not the time for that, now was the time for him *Charge.*

His forces split seamlessly, his cavalry taking to their side while the auxiliary to theirs and his men charged the center with him as the spear-head. His White Lion of Celestial birth, Ikabad, roared as the demigods magic worked it's wonders- a sword of great length and strength appeared in his hand with a flash of gold and white light while his lion drew him closer and closer.

Once within range did the demigod of war begin his deadly dance, his blade carved a path forwards while his men behind him formed a crushing wall of iron. With the three prongs of his attack well in play- the auxiliaries crippling shot, the heavy horses mighty charge and the grinding wall of men coupled with the charging line of Pride, it was indeed a swift victory. *Almost.*
Dustin
A voice thundered over the battlefield from within the barbarians ranks, a pathway was cleared for it within moments and quicker than should be possible thanks to he and his horses heavy armor did a barbarian clad in black plate charge at the demigod of war.
Jose
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The demigod bellowed in reply, charging at his foe without delay. The two swung weapons, heavy axe clashing against sword, the boom that resonated blew up dust and dirt all around them to the point the battle seemed to slow for a moment- a circle forming around the two leaders of the armies clashing against one another, ***The Barbarian Chieftain and The Demigod Of War.***
Chris
Henri alongside allies and friends, cleaved, chopped, and axed his way deeper into the enemy frontlines. Where many men would stand shoulder to shoulder in order to protect themselves with strength in numbers, his mercenary friends split and proved their own combat prowess whilst being outnumbered and split up.

They were dwarves, men who welcomed and prepared for death rather than living in fear of it. Even if they were struck with spears at all sides, so long as they died honorably, they'd accept it. However, what *Is* Happening is the opposite - dozens fall as they swung their axes and destroyed all that came in their way, neverending hordes falling to their tenacity and vicious violence.

It was then when Henri found himself overextended, his allies still stuck behind hundreds of barbarians. He, however, was now only dealing with a few handful ones. He personally struck them by the knees, thigh, or with a swift chop to the forehead as he leaped as far as his feet could bring him to. When they fell, only then did he realize what was happening - he was *Behind* Enemy lines now.

**"Lads? Farund? Avegar?"** He shouted to no one hearing him, still clearly distracted by the commotion and the status of being completely surrounded by countless men. **"Bah, I'll go back myself!"**

And so he trekked back to where he charged from, his entire body bloodied - but not with his own blood. Soon he discovered a lull in the fighting, not because of a truce he hadn't discovered, but because of the most glorious fight he ever saw.

Pride and a Chieftain battling it out in a personal duel.

He had half a mind to jump in and intervene, or chop up the audience while they're clearly distracted. He held himself back, just holding his axe as he watched in awe.

**"Kick his sorry arse for me and my ancestors!"**