"Perched here atop my lookout, I see them below, my loyal soldiers. Each and every one of them has a face, a name, a story, but as soon as we dawn our helms and raise our weapons, who we are doesn't matter. We become something greater than ourselves, not just a group by a force. We become one; thinking, feeling, and moving as a cohesive unit. No one of us stands out, no one of us has an obvious weakness, we are the Gilded Legion.
The drums of war beats as we close ranks and push forward into the enemies, shredding through their weak defenses like a beast's bite through flesh, penetrating deep into enemy territory and forcing them back with out a single loss. No one could stand before us... yet..." The old general raises his gaze, his wolfish visage glaring at the king. "Your men found a way... one being who was able to knock us down one by one and draw out our fears and make us face the bite of the blade..."
The old general looks around at the walls, his troops bloodied gear strewn about like ornaments on a tree as he glares back at the king, held down by two royal guards as he says "Though, I would not think it was honorable to use such magics... but... if you insist on such, I shall oblidge."
The kings smug grin turns to a sudden look of shock as the general throws back the guards and lets out a guttural battle cry as his form turns into a golden glow...
***
Some distance away a ranger is sat spying on the fortress which barely survived the onslaught as a golden beam of light slams into the roof and a blast of golden energy erupts outwards, crumbling the buildings as the Gilded Legion slowly rises again and returns to their order, marching out of the rubble as their general follows soon after, a decisive victory for the immortal armada.
~ Fin ~
Hey! Wolf here,
Hope you guys enjoyed this.
A bit different from normal, but ya' know...
Gotta try new things!
