POV: Archie and the Greater Ottawan Army [Thirty minutes before...]
As the O-61s, half-tracks, and the other Greater Ottawan Army vehicles made their way up the winding paths of the Mountain face, Archie, wearing his Irongrail suit, marched with the soldiers as they scaled the mountain. However, not knowing that the Navy had failed to intercept the fleet of ships sent by the Church would prove to be a hindrance to the Greater Ottawan Army.
As they arrived at the Dwarven entrance to the mountain, Holy Knights and Holy Mages began to attack their position. Archie and the Army dug in, laying down belts of ammunition and raining down tank shells upon them. However, after several minutes of this, a golden barrier shielded the Holy troops. Archie looked over the side of their defensive point to see... "The Pope?" Archie muttered under his breath in bewilderment. With a quick order, the tanks pressed their attacks, and Archie grabbed the dual John Deere lawnmower blades he'd had forged into two lightweight blades of solid steel. With another quick order, the soldiers stood up and fixed their bayonets, then marched down toward the enemy force. Inferna, who had been getting the Dwarves ready to evacuate, watched on the gemstone projection as Archie rushed down the mountainside, slashing those worshipping the false gods of this world.
"FOOLS! REPENT AND THE LORD SHALL FORGIVE YOU! TURN FROM YOUR WICKED WAYS!" Yelled out Archie as he cut down more Knights and Mages. His dual blades ran red with the blood of slavers playing pretend with religion. As the Greater Ottawan Army held their own, Archie was ahead of them, sights locked on the Pope of this disgusting religion. With a leap, Archie landed in front of the Pope, surrounded by Holy Knights and Mages. The Pope mocked him, "You foolish man! You are all alone! You can't hope to win!" However, Archie's hazel eyes were ablaze with what could only be described as the Holy Spirit.
"No, it is you who are alone. For the Holy Spirit dwells within me, YOU FALSE PRETENDER!" Archie's blade struck down knight after knight, mage after mage. The Pope tried to back up, but Archie's blades struck his staff and cracked it. However, before Archie could speak further, the magic attack of a mage slammed him in the side, exposing his red Rosen's sweatshirt. A knight drew his blade, but Archie blocked the hit, then killed the knight. However, the Pope, seizing his moment, stabbed Archie. The Pope then cast resurrection magic on his troops, bringing them back to life all around the already weakened and bleeding Archie. Archie was struck several times by the blades of the Holy Knights' swords, but this only brought him to his knees. Archie shakily lifted his head to look at heaven, then bowed his head in prayer.
"My God in Heaven, I come to you as your humble servant, not for myself, but for those who placed their trust in me. Heavenly Father, I ask that thou bear witness to your creation and humble servant as I carry out your will. In your name I pray, amen..."