Despite the thousands upon thousands of slain, the dark army of the Crimson Empire kept coming from the north, marching over the bodies of their countrymen. There were huge ogres in the reinforcements, which towered above the rest, wearing plates of armor and brandishing clubs. There were small wingless dragons, which dark knights rode, carrying long spears... There were hundreds more wyvern riders, their beasts of various elements... There were mages that cast spells to contain the life draining orbs (at the cost of many of their own lives), and cast fireballs and Shade spells at the Greys, and cast Fast, Rage, Barrier, and Enchant spells on random warriors of their side...
The Crimson army scaled the walls by the hundreds before the Greys in Alphagrad were able to put up their magical shield. The Greys had the high ground, and fought back well, however, until a flyby by two black airships sprayed the city with shadow magic enchanted cannon fire, destroying several of the buildings, including the one with the Grey flag on top...
The Crimson Empire had no concern for the cities. Only that the enemy needs to be purged...
Draven thrust his fist forward, smashing the energy orbs sent his way, and redirecting the energy into two patches of ground behind him, which promptly exploded.
This one is a distraction... He took flight, letting the others deal with the hulking demon and went after Melkoth.
Ragnar's aura was heavy in the air, everywhere... and the skies began to rain a red and black rain...
This one is a distraction as well. A kinsman of Ragnar, perhaps? Possibly an equal threat. Ragnar's aura is more concentrated to the east... Better take care of this one quickly.
Draven promptly appeared in front of the returning Melkoth, floating several feet off of the ground, burning brightly, his burning crimson blade in his right hand...
"How very impressive, swinging at my little men like that when I'm right here. Tell me, slave of Ragnar, does it make you feel stronger to select the weaker targets over the stronger ones?"
He smirked, bringing his left hand before his face and snapping his fingers. A wall of flame began to form 100 feet to the left and right of him. Looking from above, the flames began to rotate in a counter-clockwise fashion, soon completely encircling the two warriors on the sides. The flame then began to move above and below them. In a few seconds, Draven and Melkoth would be locked in a hollow sphere of flame 100 feet in radius-- similar to the burning death cage he had used while fighting on Romme several years ago...
"I'm curious to see how well you'd fare against a true warrior..."
----
Ven pointed his sword to the black and red sky.
"HAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
It began to glow an intense white. The flaps of his cloak blew in the wind, revealing his bright silver armor. This is it... just a few more seconds...
----
Suddenly, the entirety of the Crimson Captial, palace, city and all, became translucent and wavy...
The floating city disappeared under Haraldur's feet, and Haraldur and Valos were left suspended in the air 1 mile above the ground... The city's image became visible again to the north about a half mile away, some areas smoking lightly. It was the city's mobile teleportation system that it had used before to get out of the way of Haraldur's previous attack.
(Allen and Aura should still be in the city.)
Four dark warriors floated around Haraldur.
"That was close..."
"Hmm, that's the last time we will be able to execute that procedure, I'm afraid."
"Huh? Why?"
"The teleportation cores are overheated and will require replacement..."
Hans smashed his fists together.
"Won't need it, man. I'll tear 'im apart before Valos even lands his hit. Check it!"
Hans blasted toward Haraldur at lightning speed, appearing on the opposite side that Valos was attacking, his arms crackling with electricity.
"Hans!! Wait!"
Hans brought both fists to his sides.
"MORTAL ATTACK!! OMNI DEATH FIST! HAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
He let loose a barrage of high speed electrically charged punches at Haraldur...
----
Vincent brought his back to the wall, listening... A foot step...
He dove toward the middle of the hallway, pointing his weapon in the direction of the sound. At the same time, the dart flew his way, and he changed the gun's trajectory, blasting the impending poison dart instead of the enemy.
He stopped for a second, aiming the shotgun at the prophet. He quickly whipped out a small metallic box like object from the inner pocket of his trench coat and jammed it into a slot the top of the shot gun, above the trigger. The cartridge had a picture of a flame on it.
He now held the weapon with two hands and slowly walked towards the old prophet.
"You are hereby under arrest by order of the Crimson Empire. You are to cease and desist all action and surrender immediately."
