Slade burst through the front lines of his men, desperate to reach his king. Ahead he could hear the sound of steel meeting steel and the war cries of the enemy. He had to hurry, King Aldor had tore through the front ranks of the opposing army with five of his elite body gaurds only seconds ago. Slade could only hope his King was still alive. He could now see their front ramks, they were scattered but already recovering. Slade drew his two swords still sprinting and let out a bellowing war cry. His men rallied and fell in behind him forming an arrow that would cut through their first few ranks. The enemy saw their approach and tried to form a line to stop Slade and his men short, but Slade was ready. He threw the sword that was in his left hand high in the air and sent a wave of hot, blue fire into the foremost of the enemy. It decentigrated the first three and left another five rolling around in flames. Slade leaped forward catching his sword and spun towards the cowering enemy.
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