Miscellaneous
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The World Knot activated again, and Thyre turned to look. There, standing in the middle of the World Knot's four massive pylons was not one, but three enemy trow. There was no way any of the Light could win against three trow. Thyre heard the the Avatar Alric ordering everyone to retreat. He signalled to his men where they were to go, and dashed up the hill. He reached the top and looked back. The enemy trow were heading straight for where Thyre and the rest of the Light army were waiting.
The trow had gotten about halfway to the Light when Thyre noticed there were dozens of little packets on the ground. He wondered what they were when he remembered the dwarves. They were satchel charges, and the trow were running right though them. Looking up at the hill, Thyre saw the dwarves throwing their Molotov cocktails. The first salvo was at the peak of its travel when disaster struck.
It started to rain. One by one, the dwarves cocktails went out, and hit the ground with a dull thud. The trow were still coming and there was only about two hundred meters seperating the rampaging trow from the main bulk of the Light army. Just then Alric gave a loud whistle. From all around the World Knot came a rain of arrows. Thyre estimated there must have been at least a hundred arrows, and every one of them slammed straight into the lead trow. It fell to the ground and disintegrated.
Another loud whistle issued forth from Alric's lips, and another hail of arrows descended upon the second trow. By this time a fair wind had whipped up, blowing some of the arrows off course, but there were so many it didn't really matter. The second trow fell as well, but it got up again. The third hail of arrows killed the second trow and severely injured the third. It stumbled to the ground, making the earth shake, and shattered.
The World Knot activated yet again, and Thyre wondered just how many troops the Dark had. A massive group of thrall, myrmidons and ghols shimmered into view. Out of the corner of his eye, Thyre saw the other berserks and warriors charge into the enemy. He got his own men moving. A tightly packed unit of myrmidons was heading straight for them. A quick look at the unit of myrmidons showed there were few enough of them for one on one combat. He shouted out for them to engage the myrmidons one on one.
One of the myrmidons that seemed to be the leader of the squad came at Thyre. It swung it's Gridaksma Blade at Thyre's chest, but he pulled his claymore up to block it. They circled each other, looking for a weakness. Thyre brought his claymore up to take a swing at the myrmidon's head, but was blocked by its blade. He feinted a swing at the myrmidon's head, and when it swung its Gridaksma blade up to block, Thyre quickly moved the blade down towards the enemy's chest. Realising its mistake, the myrmidon tried to bring up its blade to stop Thyre's claymore. It failed, but managed to duck underneath the claymore.
Again Thyre brought his claymore down, and again he was blocked. He swung horizontally at the chest of his enemy, and then brought the blade down to strike at the exposed spine. He was blocked with a savage series of blows, but realised that the spine was the weak point. Thyre decided to go on the offensive, and feinted a strike at the myrmidon's spine. Just as his blade was about to be blocked, he brought it up a bit to hit his enemy's chest. Unfortunately, the myrmidon had a second blade, which he used to block Thyre's second swing.
Thyre realised he couldn't beat this myrmidon in single combat, and started moving backwards. There was a rock behind him, and he deliberately tripped over it and fell on his back. The myrmidon quickly moved in to kill Thyre. When it got close enough, Thyre planted both his feet onto the myrmidon's chest and flung it backwards over him. He rolled over and jabbed his claymore right through the myrmidon's exposed spine. It stiffened up, then fell to the ground, motionless.
He got up and looked around. His men had disposed of the myrmidons, but had lost fully half of their number in doing so. Further away, the warriors had been decimated by the superior numbers of the thrall. The dwarves were useless as it was still raining, and all their cocktails had gone out. While he was battling with the myrmidon, Thyre noticed more of the enemy had been brought in through the World Knot. Enemy archers were laying waste to the dwarves, and more myrmidons had come through. Tiredly, Thyre called his men and charged in towards the thrall.