Post by Mazohn on Jan 22, 2017 13:22:57 GMT -5
6 standard weeks ago
Mazohn grinned as he saw the column round the corner of the gully. It seemed like that fool Vasvor was acutally giving accurate information for once in his pitiful excuse for a life. The Pelhar clan was indeed moving forces through this area, though how the gremlin obtained such information Mazohn would never know. Regardless, the trap was set. The demon glanced around at his small squad, concealed in small dips or bits of shrubbery. They weren’t the strongest or most numerous force in the clan, but they were definitely the smartest. Each fighter knew how to fight of course, but they also knew when to fall back or adapt to a changing factor in the battle. It had taken a long time to drill it into their heads, but the results were definitely worth it.
A scrape of metal against metal drew Mazohn’s attention back to the enemy advance. The advance was undisciplined, and many of the demons exchanged blows from time to time. Mazohn glanced at his second in command across the smoke-choked gully, and gave him a nod. Mazohn counted a total of three heartbeats, and then leapt into the air, followed by 5 other demons. This action was echoed across the canyon by the other half of his command.
Ki blasts and bits of rock rained down on the surprised defenders, killing about 3 of the 35 demons in the first few seconds of the engagement. Gradually however, the Pelhar slowly go their wits together. Mazohn grunted as he hit the ground, only to howl as an arrow pierced his shoulder. The demon roared a war cry, yanking the weapon from his wound, dripping with his own blood. So the enemy had spell casters to reinforce their arrow’s piercing power, wonderful. Sadly he didn’t have time to ponder this development before 20 more red arrows cut through the smog towards him. Gotta move! Mazohn rolled to right, right next to an enemy soldier. Grunting, he snatched the terrified demon up by his neck, and then proceeded to snap it like a twig. You couldn’t say that demons couldn’t improvise, but they were just a bit brutal in their execution. Mazohn slowly moved towards the cluster of archers, using the demon’s body as a shield. In spare moments between volleys, Mazohn looked around to see most of his command dead or suppressed, and only a few of his warriors were actively attacking. They had been completely unprepared for a probing force to have such high level equipment and troops, normally they might have a couple of strong warriors. While he wasn’t a tactical genius, the few areas of his brain that wasn’t consumed by the heat of battle knew that it was bad. The few remaining troops began to move away from the slaughter to live to fight another day. Mazohn didn't have the luxury of retreating, but he had to survive!
Mazohn grinned as he saw the column round the corner of the gully. It seemed like that fool Vasvor was acutally giving accurate information for once in his pitiful excuse for a life. The Pelhar clan was indeed moving forces through this area, though how the gremlin obtained such information Mazohn would never know. Regardless, the trap was set. The demon glanced around at his small squad, concealed in small dips or bits of shrubbery. They weren’t the strongest or most numerous force in the clan, but they were definitely the smartest. Each fighter knew how to fight of course, but they also knew when to fall back or adapt to a changing factor in the battle. It had taken a long time to drill it into their heads, but the results were definitely worth it.
A scrape of metal against metal drew Mazohn’s attention back to the enemy advance. The advance was undisciplined, and many of the demons exchanged blows from time to time. Mazohn glanced at his second in command across the smoke-choked gully, and gave him a nod. Mazohn counted a total of three heartbeats, and then leapt into the air, followed by 5 other demons. This action was echoed across the canyon by the other half of his command.
Ki blasts and bits of rock rained down on the surprised defenders, killing about 3 of the 35 demons in the first few seconds of the engagement. Gradually however, the Pelhar slowly go their wits together. Mazohn grunted as he hit the ground, only to howl as an arrow pierced his shoulder. The demon roared a war cry, yanking the weapon from his wound, dripping with his own blood. So the enemy had spell casters to reinforce their arrow’s piercing power, wonderful. Sadly he didn’t have time to ponder this development before 20 more red arrows cut through the smog towards him. Gotta move! Mazohn rolled to right, right next to an enemy soldier. Grunting, he snatched the terrified demon up by his neck, and then proceeded to snap it like a twig. You couldn’t say that demons couldn’t improvise, but they were just a bit brutal in their execution. Mazohn slowly moved towards the cluster of archers, using the demon’s body as a shield. In spare moments between volleys, Mazohn looked around to see most of his command dead or suppressed, and only a few of his warriors were actively attacking. They had been completely unprepared for a probing force to have such high level equipment and troops, normally they might have a couple of strong warriors. While he wasn’t a tactical genius, the few areas of his brain that wasn’t consumed by the heat of battle knew that it was bad. The few remaining troops began to move away from the slaughter to live to fight another day. Mazohn didn't have the luxury of retreating, but he had to survive!