Partially hidden behind a sand dune the group minotaur's watched the target, a wooden fortress surrounding an oasis over 500 feet away, The guards were few an far between only around a 10 total standing on the wooden structure and the sun was at its highest peak meaning the enemy would pretty much spot them the instant they went over the hill.
The group of monsters gear was beyond shabby to the point of being no better then a rock youd find in a ground, rusted and chipped sword, broken shields, spears with no tips, and all of it 2-3 times to small for there bodies utterly worthless equipment.
"Alright our goal is simple we run in and kill anyone who has a weapon, there will be no playing with your food, no eating people alive, no tanking attacks to see the look of fear on their faces or letting them escape and most importantly no breaking weapons we'll need every spare blade we can get, just kill as quickly as you can and keep moving. If you run into an enemy that gives you trouble gang up on them if that doesn't work call for me and then run away ill handle it. Remember this isn't a raid its a supply run there will be plenty of time for the fun stuff after we get some real weapons"
Looking back at his brothers most of them seemed to understand the plan, only one way to tell though its hard to actually read our faces.
I raise my hand pointing at my dumbest sibling
"you rangar repeat what I just said"
"easy in easy out all were doing is killing! murder only"
I nod my head
good if rangar gets it everyone should
"exactly!, alright who wants to be the first one in?"
The half-breed shoots up first but gets knocked aside by frenrick one of the larger minotaur's in the group as he volunteers
"good take this."
Flazz pulls half a tower shield from his back handing it to his younger brother
"The rest of us will follow after you bust through the fortress doors, try keep moving until then"
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frenrick places his hands to the ground and digs his hooves into the ground Barley able to contain his excitement as his hands shake into the sand as he grips it,
sure he's hunted before killed a slave or two even eaten man once but this, this will be his first battle! And he gets to start it off, to be the ram that breaks down the enemies walls!
His brothers start chanting rhythmically and loudly "CHARGE, CHARGE, CHARGE , CHARGE" a simple beat to pace himself to the run will take less then 10 seconds at full speed but that's easily enough time to be filled with arrows if he messes up.
Once the chants start to harmonies he takes off. Arrows are instantly raining down on him followed by ineligible human shouting.
man that quick
He ignores them continuing to run, most of the arrows fall short or miss their mark but one hits the shield on his back as he continues to close the gap, then another then another. Then finally blood is drawn as his hind leg is struck and he's finally close enough that they can aim for his head, for his arms, for his chest, and face but by that point it doesn't matter.
Finally he reaches his target tensing his body and leaping up after the last sprint of mommentum he lets his body crash through the wooden gate ,these bandits must be new here, it wasn't a bad barrier over 20 inches of thick oak is more then enough to force most humans forces to struggle. But if your planning to be attacked by anything other then a group of humans then its basically worthless.
immediately upon breaching the walls dozens of arrows and bolts are fired down upon him the posted guards turning their bows inward and trying to stop his assault, bells ring out and panicked screams fill the air as the arrows are joined by swords and shields and crossbows and halberds and a dozen other weapons that are worthless in the face of his might. He charges forward and a human dies a horn gored through the weaklings chest and his body slung aside. They charge forward and even more humans die as he steals a halberd and swings cleaving through the poorly armored masses it is glorious! He's hunted worms that were harder to kill then these guys and weren't halve as fulfilling. sparing, training, playing, exploring it all seems so childish compared to this Thrill.More and more of them come running out of the tents and the buildings and the cellers to join the Frey and die by his hands the enemys screams drowning out the world as he continues moving from one target to the next tearing them apart, resisting the urge to devour one or leave a few bleeding out.
brothers orders
At some point the arrows stop and his brothers arrive fighting with him side by side, the already unfair battle turning into a slaughter. Why did we even need weapons if everyone is this weak compared to us?
"@#&*(!)%^"
huh?
FOOSH
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Rengars body is launched back along with 2 of his friends and a handfull of bandits and sent flying back out of the gate
suddenly rows of fire start splitting up combatants where the fighting's closet, brothers start being sent flying backwards with every word a new event happens causing the massacre to halt as my brothers start scattering in confusion at this bizarre turn of events.
This must be magic
"they have a magicians! don't let yourselves get split up, stick as close to each other and the remaining bandits as possible they can only use weak I'll work on finding the magicians!"
I separate myself from my gathering brothers and run around the battlefield making sure to be loud and active throwing men aside and drawing attention but not getting caught up in any prolonged battle. So far all of this mages attacks have been focused on displacement and slowing our momentum the humans probably to scared to spill his friends blood or blow them up. But what if there's a chance to hit an easy target with no risk of hurting his allies? a free kill.
"%@^!_-"
Got you