97 Clash of the Titans (1/2)
My cavalry and I rushed toward the gathered crowd of spectators while watching the battle between the two great generals unfold from atop our mounts.
Darah, who had only just risen from the ground in what may have resulted from a fall from her own flying steed, dusted herself off with her free hand looking as livid as I'd ever seen her. If looks could kill then the one she sent her opponent might have done the job.
The dark-haired elf riding the black pegasus gazed back at her without fear. In fact, I was almost certain there was a smirk on his face.
We covered half the distance now. Close enough to reach the edge of the crowd. From here, Darah's voice rang loud and clear.
”You injured my peryton, you bastard!” Darah yelled. ”You'll bleed for that!”
Peryton, a strange word for an even stranger creature. For those of you who don't remember, it was that half-bird and half-stag creature she flew that first night of the battlefield. From what I understand, Darah doted on it almost as much as she doted on Aura. And if that was any sign, then Great General Spellweaver was in for a rough ride.
The elf didn't seem to care, however. His smile stayed plastered onto his face right up until the moment he and his pegasus dived for Darah.
Darah reacted instantly. She dodged to the right just as the pegasus reached her. Then she lept forward and sliced off the poor creature's left wing with a single swing of her golden sword.
The pegasus struggled to stay in flight, failed, and then went crashing off to the opposite side of the encirclement and slamming into a sea of gray soldiers like they were a set of bowling pins.
A cheer rang out from the soldiers in blue.
”Darah! Darah!” they yelled as one.
It wasn't too difficult to cut in line as we were riding on swiftharts that could easily push the mob of soldiers aside. But on my way to the front, I glanced left and then right, and noticed how the gathered soldiers faintly reminded me of a crowd in a sports stadium. Their enthusiastic focus on the scene beyond, with some raising their fists reaching for the sky, brought an electrifying atmosphere to the surrounding air.
I couldn't blame them. I felt the same way. In fact, I'd ridden this far just to get a glimpse of this epic matchup.
”Excuse me!” I said. ”Coming through!”
We'd made it past the crowd and forcefully opened up a spot for ourselves at the front of the encirclement right between our Darah compatriots and a group of heavily armed Magesong soldiers.
Although I wanted to inspect this new enemy force I hadn't encountered before, Darah's taunting laugh stole my attention. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
”Get over here already, Spellweaver… I'd like to kill you quickly,” Darah taunted.
I glanced over to Great General Spellweaver who had just finished extricating himself from the mess of pegasus and fallen Magesong soldiers, and I had to admit, the elf was impressive.
Long dark hair framed a pale oval face before falling neatly over broad shoulders. His eyes were a bright amber beneath thin eyebrows. He had a prominent aquiline nose and thin lips, the latter of which, was set in a tight smile. Although covered from head to foot in black, the strips of armor shaped almost like leaves wrapped tightly across a lithe form that spoke of a fairy who indulged in the warrior's way. An intricately designed sword-hilt hung on the black sash tied around his waist.
As the great general of the Magesong army stepped forward, he pulled out the sword hilt from his sash and raised it forward. When the shadowblade launched out of its container, it took the form of a falchion almost twice the length of mine. But unlike the blue light mine emitted, his glowed with an almost golden aura.
”Darah… always so arrogant.” Spellweaver's voice was low yet it carried the same sing-song note of elf-speech. ”Small wonder you fell so readily into my trap.”
”Your trap?” Darah's eyebrow arched menacingly. ”When will you stop taking credit for your son's achievements? We all know this was his plot. You wouldn't have thought up a plan to save your own life.”
There was an audible, ”oo~~oh,” from the crowd. Followed by, ”Burnn~~n!” from me and Luca.
Spellweaver scowled deeply at gathered onlookers, forcing many who weren't prepared to hold back his killing intent to either faint or take several steps backward.
Although Myth Chaser and I hadn't moved from our spot, it took all my focus not to be overwhelmed. I patted my mount softly on his neck to calm him down as I could feel him shiver slightly.