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[Cal Hurst]

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Spells flew over head. Fireballs raging through the air, crashing into the walls, and bursting into people, sending them flying back and screaming. Vaen hugged the wall, glancing out from Castle British. There must have been twenty of them out there to the six of them inside the castle.

Vaen looked back to those who were fighting alongside him. "Where is the other half of the Army?!" Vaen shouted back, the others only barely managing to hear him.

"They haven't come yet! I heard that the---" an arrow to the heart cut the man's speech. Vaen turned and he saw a fireball headed toward him, followed by an arrow. He jumped out of the way and rolled to the side. He signalled to the man up on the overpass for him to drop the portcullis. The enemy rushed into the castle gates, but were held up at the portcullis. Vaen turned, now only seeing three other men with him. He glanced back towards the castle gate, seeing at the very least fifteen people trying to push their way in.

Vaen moved back to the steps into the castle. Behind the fifteen men trying to force their way in, Vaen saw a few familiar faces - it was the other men he knew from the army. Vaen smirked, and signalled for the portcullis to raise. At this, the three men rushed towards the fifteen men as the other half of the army rushed from behind. As swords clashed and spells were once again flying in the air, Vaen rushed into the middle of the circle, swinging his kryss at any opponent he could find. Blood was flying everywhere, and it would be nearly impossible to find a man who's armor or clothing was not splattered with the blood of a foe, or even a friend. After all the blood and sweat was shed, Vaen was the only one left from the original force, and he stood next to three of the other old soldiers.

He nodded to the three others. "Good fight, we thought we were going to lose until you came."

"You haven't won yet..." said one of them. Vaen looked at him questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

The man just smirked and pulled his sword from his sheath and charged at Vaen. Vaen jumped out of the way and grabbed for his warfork, quickly disarming the man. Tossing his warfork aside and grabbing for his kryss, he thrusted his kryss into the man's chest, infecting him with some of the poison that was left on it. The man instantly fell. At the sight of this, the other two former soldiers of the Army charged at Vaen. Vaen backed up and analyzed his two opponents.

"A mage and an archer..." Vaen thought... "Both deadly.... the mage... yes." Vaen nodded to himself and charged for the mage. The mage, completely not expecting this, stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Vaen quickly drove his kryss into the man's throat as blood squirted up and everywhere, all over Vaen's face and armor. He then pulled his kryss out of the man's throat, whiped the blood from his face, and turned to face the Archer. The archer, however, wanted no part in this, and quickly ran off.

Vaen looked around at all the bodies laying around. Some friend, some foe, and some old friends. Why would his old friends decide to fight against the Britannian Army?

This was an issue he intended to address, if he were to win the elections of Commanding Lord.
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