//Sorry if I miss some of the incoming attacks at Horus. Might've forgotten about them while typing\\
The arrow struck Horus in the arm joint, piercing the shoulder axle and thus making the arm fall off. Horus growled, and picked it up with a very annoyed look. He jammed the arm back into its original position, and closed his eyes.
A bright flare flashed at that precise point, and continued growing into a purplish brightly glowing orb. The axle began fusing back to the arm...
Horus put his hand up in a defensive position, and kneeled down to the ground. The axle continued fusing back, it would take some time before it is finished. However, better to make all repairs while one can. Meanwhile, the cannon continued charging, and the air inside Horus' hand continued hissing...
//Trent, you'll get your weapons back very soon, I promise. Just as long as the weapons don't suddenly somehow turn into nukes and vaporize everything in the general area of the entire continent, all in one post, mind you\\
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"I slowly floated through the ocean below me in a phase-shifted condition. The ocean was horribly black, as if the water somehow consumed the matter from the night skies. The faint lights of my army were seen from my position... It seems that my orc legions were in place, all prepared, as well as the normal soldiers. As I got closer, I began to distinguish the ghastly outlines of the Clockwork Scorpions, their wind-up keys shining in the moonlight. I floated into the middle of the scene, before some sargeant finally noticed me.
-"Atten-SHUN!!!"
He turned towards me, and bowed down.
-"We are in position, my Lord."
I grinned a very very evil grin.
-"Good... begin the advance."
A loud fog horn sounded, and the large force slowly began crawling forward. The Scorpions, along with the rest of my army and the OMG, grumbled and were set in motion. It was as if... a large beehive, but not airborne.
I looked around at the terrain. Very hilly, occasional trees, mostly cut. Perhaps there's a populated outpost here somewhere...? Populated or not, this is a very good strategic point. We should set up camp here later for the night.
A scout on the frontlines took out his spyglass, and surveyed the area. Spyglasses... I should get those dorks at Qim to build me a giant spyglass so I can burn cities down from afar. Those fortresses everybody's been talking abou-
-"Sir... Village! Dead ahead!"
The scout's words resonated through my thoughts. I barely surpressed a scowl.
-"Good, good... begin assault maneuvers."
The army continued crawling forward. They were deathly silent, even the OMG. It seems as though the OMG were almost as well-trained as my own troops...
The village was heavily fortified, with one major flaw: the walls were wooden. They were patrolled by armed sentries, wielding brutish-looking crossbows. The army was almost at the village gates, as a sentry noticed the moonlight on the helmets of my legions. A loud alarm horn sounded.
-"To arms, my brothers! Defend thine families, thine wives, thine children!"
The OMG in general grunted, and brought one of the Gattling guns forward. Three orcs began to spin the wheel that set the barrels in motion. The ammo belt got gobbled up by the cannon, which was ejecting rains of brass on the other side. The air suddenly smelled of gunpowder.
The walls were almost instantly torn down, the old creaky wood defenseless against the cold metal of the bullets. The defenders were getting ripped to shreds by the steel wall of projectiles. I smiled, and my heart filled with warmth as I listened to shrieking screams from the village..."
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Ein continued explaining the whole thing, wandering around the room.
-"...and then I rescued Marshall out of the prison, and tried to find you."
He sat down on the nearby bed, tired of walking. Amaya was eyeing him closely, with a very strange look.
-"...then that creep at the allocations gave us the wierd slip of paper, and then we saw you walking down the --"
Amaya didn't let him finish. She slowly wrapped her hand around Ein's neck, and pressed her lips against his...
Ein didn't resist.
