04-06-2009, 01:44 PM
Suddenly, arrows, hundreds and thousands of them, all flying up and then raining down on the Rear of the group. The illusions looked perfect and convincing, but that did not save the warlocks from the pointed teeth of the hellish rain. Suddenly, from both flanks fell the enemy, hundreds of them on either side, and from the rear came the Franks and Brits. The Jutes and Vandals were mere barbarians, and left to fight alone, both armies would fall quickly to the skilled Saxon warrior, but with the Brits and Franks backing them the Saxons were all doomed. The Queen Cassandra looked proudly over the battle field, her vengeance would be swift and merciless.
"Sir, we are trying to fight through the savages, and we are cutting them to pieces, but not fast enough! By the time we kill enough to retreat the Brits and Franks will have eaten us whole!" What the man said was true. The real and only threat lay on the armies behind them, all burdened with heavy armor and weapons, but the Saxons needed time to cut through the Jutes and Vandals, time they didnt have!
"Sir, we are trying to fight through the savages, and we are cutting them to pieces, but not fast enough! By the time we kill enough to retreat the Brits and Franks will have eaten us whole!" What the man said was true. The real and only threat lay on the armies behind them, all burdened with heavy armor and weapons, but the Saxons needed time to cut through the Jutes and Vandals, time they didnt have!
