The starless sky was casket - black and brooding. Even the cloud seemed morose . Gelid hands clasped algid steel as they gazed upon their foe. The cold,north wind keened and mewled through both the valley and our souls
The clouds cleared, our foe spear glimmered cruelly under the eerie moon. It's phantom flame sent ribbons of chrysalis - silver light spilling onto the upraised shields of ours . The monsters swarmed and swayed below us like corn in a field ,yet it seemed there were more of them than a thousand bushels could hold . Our commander raised our proud pennant aloft in defiance. It represented their dreams, their lives and their salvation . If it was taken ,it would mean we are dead.
They crashed upon our castle walls as commander screamed; ''fire!'' in desperation. Their iron - shop feet clapped off the frozen group like the rumbling of thunder. A tempest of wicked, barbed fire arrow soared into the sombre sky. They sizzed and sizzled before hitting their target . Fountains of magma - red blood sprayed into the air .
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