The moon was just beginning to crawl into the night sky when the enemies struck, its large circular figure illuminating the doomed Kingdom’s territory. With two quick flashes of silver, the guards patrolling the gates crumpled, limp, to the stone ground. The steel gates screeched open emphatically, causing the assembling army’s Leader to cover his ears in distaste. It was not the most luscious sound. With what seemed to be inhuman agility, the army silently sped into the courtyard ahead.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh went their cloaks as the warriors moved forward as one, like a huge flock of crows. Though as soon as they stepped foot in the walls, a blood-curdling caterwaul erupted from the air. “What’s that?” shouted the Commander, glancing over his shoulder. “Probably the alarm,” observed a warrior logically, in his matter-of-fact tone as he stepped promptly forward. The next few seconds proved that he was indeed, correct; the looming castle doors were flung open, and out streamed battalions of soldiers- too many to count. Chaos ensued. From there, everything went by in a blur, as though they were reading illegible handwriting on a test.
Silver shimmered all over the courtyard as swords were drawn and soldiers’ flung themselves at each other, spitting and snarling. The Tribe Leader soon discovered that he, too, had launched himself at the nearest warrior, long blade slashing at the air. The courtyard was now alive with the sounds of battle, and it seemed the sky seemed to darken, mourning, as warriors from both sides tumbled to the ground suffering from the effects of paralysis.
The invading army’s Leader spat out a mouthful of unpalatable blood, peering around wildly. “Commander!” he cried, and upon his call, the dishevelled warrior spun around to face him, panting. The area now looked as though it had been through demolition; the tall castle towers that spiralled and arched upwards were chipped and crumbling, though the Leader knew not how. “How many casualties?” he asked, casually tripping a soldier that had just leapt at him.
“Too many to count,” replied the Commander sorrowfully. He glanced downwards to the limp form of an ineligible soldier, causing the Leader’s heart to plummet to the bottom of his stomach. “This battle is a lost cause,” finished the Commander gravely. The colonel nodded with a sigh. He rose his voice to a shout as he called out to his army, hands frantically waving. “Retreat!” he bellowed, dashing to the gates, “retreat!”
They obeyed- the remaining soldiers fled, swarming out of the bloodied gates against the harsh wind, and to the victorious army’s deafening, jubilant cheers.
