With a final slash of Memoria, the head of the last elf around me was torn off. The last remnant of fear could be seen in his eyes but I was indifferent to it, not caring at all about the death of these elves nor my part in it. No, the only thing that even remotely mattered to me was watching Aoif. When I had looked over to see how Aoif was handling enemies I was instantly entranced by her battle. By the dance of death she had created, one so brilliant that I could not bring myself to look away.

It was why I was distracted even when looking into the eyes of my enemies, even when I had killed the last of them, when my feet carried me forwards for the last attack, so too was my mind focusing on the beautiful sight that was Aoif.

With the head of my enemy falling to the ground, my feet started to move forward, to get closer to Aoif. Raising my head I took another glance at Aoif, my stare lingering this time.

There were tens of enemies, each of them with either a staff or a bow in hand, all attacking Aoif at the same time. Even though there were hundreds of arrows and what seemed like spells rapidly fired at her none could even touch her body. Her eyes glowed a brilliant purple, all the while her feet carried her in a rhythm akin to a dance, her enemies an unwitting participant as danced around them. I watched as the dagger in her hands pierced the eye of the closest opponent. His body crumbled, the soul holding it together pierced. More arrows rained down upon her but they were weaved through without caution, a smile filled with blood looking down on the scene. The explosive arrows that they had tried to use earlier were disposed of, the close proximity to their allies not allowing them to use it. I watched as again and again she weaved passed the attacks, strikes of her dagger passing by them as they fell to the ground, either their souls were pierced or their necks were cut.

I watched as the last enemy fell, as Aoif stopped her dance, the blood that drenched her body being wiped off. Unconsciously my spear was sheathed, placed on my back, perpendicular to my body.

With Memoria sheathed over my back, I walked over to Aoif, my eyes scanning the surroundings watching for the reinforcements that were inevitably going to come.

I had noticed earlier that one of the mages had been sent towards the camp, that could only mean one thing, that reinforcements were coming.

However for now there was no need to worry as I'm the distance I could only see the thousands of souls starting to scramble. It seemed that even with all the noise that they were stubborn enough.. or rather the better way to put it was that they were disciplined well enough to know that rushing would get them nothing.

"Aoif.." I called, my hand reaching for her own.

"I know" she replied, her hand entwining with mine as we sat down lying in wait for the reinforcements. It would only be to our detriment to rush, for now, as we wait, we needed to rest.

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"What!" I yelled, a fucking intruder, the same set of kids that had assaulted our compound not even a couple weeks ago we're back. They were right in our camp too, the sneaky bastards had somehow made it through the barrier without alerting anyone. The only reason that we even knew that they were here was because there were some unlucky patrols. Even then they only survived by cowardice, one of the patrolling soldiers abandoning their comrades to make haste back to the camp.

I rubbed my forehead looking towards the three officers that were sitting in my office, waiting for a debriefing on their duties. However, that would have to wait for now as I had more important things to do, such as crushing those kids that dared attack us not once but twice.

"You three" I commanded, pointing at the three officers that were just below me in the chain of command. "How is the training of your assigned soldiers going?"

The one on the left started to speak first, cutting off the one in the middle. "Good, sir, they have been making good progress. They will be able to patch up any severed limbs and heal on the battlefield in a matter of days."

"Good, next" I commanded, looking towards the middle one, the one that had been cut off. He grimaced, a look of both disappointment and disgust on his face.

"The lot of them," he mumbled to himself before addressing me, "Not good, sir. They have barely managed basic elemental skills and still need the assistance of a staff to even access them." Just as he grimaced, so did I. I knew that to train a mages corp would take time but for them to be that reliant on staffs when even the recruits back home were able to do more complex magics without assistance. 'They really are the bottom of the barrel'

I looked away from the mage corps officer and towards the last, the scouting corp.

"And you"

"Hah" He sighed, his head falling into his hands as he rubbed his temples. "Fine, they can shoot a bow, sir, but they can't sneak to save their lives, they are the most incompetent scouts I've had to train. Can't even learn right."

'Hahh" I sighed to myself, there was nothing that could be done, we would need a substantial amount of time to train these idiots into a proper fighting force.

"Grab your soldiers, they could do with a little experience."I commanded, gesturing for them to leave.

"Yes, sir" They all reply, their bodies moving into a salute before they leave, out to gather their forces.historical

My hand moved to the side of my desk, where I kept my own personal weapon, and grabbed at it. I raised myself from my sitting position and with sword in hand moved towards the intruders, intent on stalling them until my forces were gathered.