Serpentis Family/Yeux/Captain Helmuth & Vânia - Sweet Violence
The wind was blowing in Willwau. Yeux Serpentis observed the hateful enemies, allies and servants of the monsters. Those who had embraced the beast's cowardice with fear of losing their lands in that great Invasion. Poor bastards. They didn't know they were already dead even before the battle begins. The bard warrior would not fight that battle. He stuck his sword into the ground and covered his chest with the powerful shield. That battle was not worth of his effort. He was a hero. He had fought honored wars and faced human hordes. But he didn't like to devote his fine art and skills against fearful slaves.
So, that was a battle for the howling wilderness of the Berserks. The feral warriors drank and howled. They were yelling and cursing. The axes and swords were eager to drink the enemy blood. They were led by Captain Helmuth, a surly man skilled in battle. Experienced in the arts of kill, injure and insult. He was big like a bear and had scars from old battles in his chest and his back. He was painted with blue tribal tattoos and growled like a wolf. He wielded a great and strong bearded Axe ready to irrigate the land with red-hot blood.
Captain Helmuth: "Warriors of Cori... today we will crush our enemies! We will bathe in their blood. We will spit in their filthy carcasses. At the end of the day, they will be food for our dogs, crows and vultures! Today we will turn many women in happy widows! Look at our enemies! They are small and weak. They are cowards and afraid! They are like flies around the butt of the monsters they follow! We will crush them! Let's sing the war songs of victory and death!"
The army marched. That sound was music to Yeux. It was a battle relatively easy and simple. The armies of Meridian Republic never was a great challenge. Alone, they were weak. Without their masters, they were not able to defeat anyone. They were unable to win any battle. And so it would be until the end of the days. And when the prophets and armies figure out a way to exterminate the evil, they would be condemned for their cowards choices. After some minutes, Vânia approached of Yeux accompanied by five of her female warriors. A small elite guard. After a long time, they just watched the clash leaving everything in the hands of Captain Helmuth and the Berserks.
Vânia was covered with wolves pelts and held a beautiful spear. His body were marked by beautiful elegant curves, tribal tattoos and a red hair like a vivid and igneous flame. She had returned after a long time protecting Cori. And had arrived of her travel in time to see the slaughter that the Berserks were inflicting on the battlefield.
Vânia: "Beautiful. Can I participate?"
Yeux Serpentis: "I would never deny you this pleasure..."
She smiled. The enemy lines were already broken. Avalon's victory was certain and deserved. The enemy infantry had been decimated and many enemy nobles had been wounded in personal duels against the nobility of Avalon. Then, the women marched like iron maidens over the battlefield. Like ravens, signs of death and despair, they claimed the lives of the fallen warriors. The spears drew agonizing cries of those who were still trying to hold the life in their guts and bloody wounds. Daggers ripped throats to silent the screams. Those women were merciless killers. Meanwhile, Captain Helmuth and his soldiers ended up cornering a group of archers. Poor archers. Those who didn't die would have their fingers cut or crushed. This way they could never use a bow or crossbow again. The Berserks were playing with their prey while they tried to resist and survive. When the Captain noticed the approach of the women, he cut the air with his axe and growled like a beast, making his soldiers retreat a little.
Captain Helmut: "These worms are finished. Let our women end up with them..."
The soldiers retreated and the enemies glimpsed the killer smiles in the lips of those women covered in blood. The spears went through the light leather protections and bit their bodies. They were in no hurry. For a good time they were delighted with the screams. And the noble who led the archers suffered the same fate. Vânia smiled and stuck his spear into the noble's thigh, making him fall in his knees. So, the women advanced against him with slaps and kicks. The Berserks laughed while they plundered the spoils of the dead men around them.
Majsuen Pablo (Knight of Avengmil, Meridian Republic) has been wounded by Berserks.
After some time, Yeux Serpentis finally withdrew his celtic sword and slammed it against the shield in a metallic sound that crossed the battlefield. Captain Helmuth repeated the order with a feral roar. The battle was over.
