Most civilians advocate The Ashened union, in oppose to The Aristocratic union. Of course, they only care for the most stylish way of combat, but that doesn't mean that they're weak-minded. They have fought hard and rebelliously for land and freedom for the past couple of months. Some say that The Ashened will soon fall, and victory lies ahead for the Aristocratic union, but some belie of their opinions, and support their team. The Ashened union has all the finest weapons of all the ages, and uses them sufficiently to their advantage, but the Aristocratic union has the most powerful armor of all the centuries, and also uses them to their advantage.
There is a rumor radiating around the outskirts of the cities that the Ashened union swiped away more than ten thousand Aristocratic soldiers in the matter of one day. Nobody is extremely surprised, for the Ashened union is the one of the strongest armies of history, but it frightens the Aristocratic union. They are deducting in the amount of soldiers faster than a fire can annihilate a forest. Half of these Aristocratic solders carry no weapons at all. The C02 in an Aristocratic gun wears out so quickly, and the soldiers find it no use to spring the projectiles at the enemies, when they can just fight with their daggers and spears (Which usually result in a better conclusion battle-wise anyways). This rumor is indeed true. The world government has sent out messengers to examine the spreading rumor, and they have declared that there are over 10,000 dead bodies in that day's battleground.
“All rise!” said King Laine. “Eat healthy and hearty, for today, we must dominate those Ashens!” King Laine was the head leader of the Aristocratic union. He's been leader for 30 years of his life, and plans on being leader until the end of his days. King Laine paced around the army while the soldiers readied their weapons and armor.
“Hold!” he yelled as his army watched the Ashened union advanced to fight the 49th battle of the war. The Ashens we're moving faster then ever, and by the time the Aristocratic team realized it, it was time to fight.
“Charge!” yelled King Laine. The soldiers held their shields out sternly in front of their bodies, and ran full speed ahead. The first brave soldier had his head bashed with a shield. He flew backwards as blood exploded out of the gash in his head. He was not medicated at all whatsoever. Most of the first thousand soldiers we're mutilated by the Ashens. Head shots, stabs, heads being sliced off, all you can imagine an enormous war could conclude in. One particular soldier in this war was Waldron Saber. His biggest goal in life was to attend battle school and participate in a war. Well, now was his time, and he was about to lose everything including his family, his friends, and his life.
A mounted Ashen soldier had been moving forward, picking him specifically out of the crowd to be killed. “Waldron! No!!!” yelled King Laine as he watched his own nephew have his head sliced off. He stared in astonishment as the young one's head fell to the ground. At this moment in time, life seemed to be in slow motion to King Laine. He felt a surge of anger and power as he roared so loud that even the Ashens became frightened of him.
He walked slowly toward a lined up group of Ashens, and one-by-one, he abolished the helpless soldiers. He would consider this expressing the feeling of maximum anger and rage. Nobody could defeat him at this moment. He just saw a member of his family die and he's not going to just move on and ignore this. A mounted soldier came by and King Laine chopped the steed's left foot off, and advanced forward.
Two Ashen soldiers approached him with fear, but also with dignity and confidence. King Laine was positive that he could defeat these two soldiers forsakenly. The Ashen's strategy was to slash in a more diagonal direction, which was definitely a disadvantage for the king. He needed help, but he wasn't going to admit it. He was a Aristocratic soldier, and he was not going to forfeit so easily.
