A Kingdom Defeated (Rape rp)

[Maero]

The Saxon forces clashed with the disorganized forces of their enemies and, for many minutes, they were winning. But suddenly horns could be heard in the distance and the sun suddenly became blackened. The fighting seemed to stop as all paused to look at the strange phenomenon. It was as if the sun was dimming and becoming darker and darker. Alexander's eyes widened and he jumped off his horse, grabbing a fallen warrior's shield and holding it over his head. "Arrows!" He cried out in warning a few seconds before the first few hit the ground, slicing deep into Saxon flesh. And then came the onslaught.

for those who were quick enough to grab a shield and put it over their heads, the rain would only wound them at best,but for the majority of both armies, the feathered hail meant certain death. Saxon and Frank fell as one as the seemingly never ending down pour of steel and wood pounded against them, slaughtering both armies indiscriminately.

Finally the last arrow fell and the damage was displayed for all to see. A full quarter of the saxon force had been felled and most of the survivors were wounded. The Frankish army was decimated and those who still lived, took flight in every direction. the battle field was suddenly a huge field of black wheat, so dense were the dark Britannian arrows that covered the battle field. Everything was covered in them, and walking by itself meant having to force your way through the dense new forest of steel and dark wood.

In the distance the horns sounded again and the britantian army approached, sensing a weakened enemy and easy prey. Alexander rose and looked at Hunter. It was his call, did they retreat in the face of those who killed Grace and perhaps live another day or stand and fight despite their numbers and wounded and Die like real Saxons. It was his call, Hunter could choose between a losing Siege or a slaughter.