For a few, intense moments, no one had come to Auroreon’s call. Already, he had to clear the area he was in with a few surprising humans that were still alive from the opposing force. He had seen in the corner of his eyes someone using magic that was very close by, though he was unable to identify the magister that had used it at that moment in time. Yet, the sight of the magic looked very familiar from before. Not that it matters. The only thing that mattered to him was the area around him to gather more forces, an area that seemed to be hit the hardest in all of the fight. To be fair to the opposing forces, the line of magisters and marksmen behind the centre of the line were at its thickest, so decimating that area would be the most beneficial to them, despite the prospect of a crossfire effect should they decimate the centre of the line. It was the only reason why he was determined to keep the centre of the infantry line intact so that there would be a lot of enemies to slay so that there would be less werepyres to face the ranged troops when the lines break.

It was then that he had noticed her. An injured human decided to attack someone that was in the midst of the battle. He recognized her from a few occasions as a Void Creature who, every time she went to the Void, forgot everything when she recovered from her realm. She was a familiar face in this battle, even though he couldn’t remember her name at the present time. She cast something that created thousands of snake-like things from her back. The injured human screamed and disappeared from the battle, the prospect of fighting something like that horrifying, similar to fighting something undead at the Necromancer Tower at Galbeez. Even for a hardened warrior as himself, Auroreon got chills of dread when witnessing something like that. It was a good thing that she was on their side. He had been concentrating on another werepyre when she conjured another one of her weapons to cripple another. Another human decided to attack him from behind, though a pair of pitch-black daggers protruding from the man’s back and neck. He looked back as the same woman walked over the dying man, stopping them twitching with a boot to the head. It was then he could remember her name. “It’s good to see you again, Break,” he started, fatigue still clear in his voice. It was then another voice called to him.

[i]"Pick up your sword if you don't have some trick up in your sleeve."[/i]

The mercenary turned around and noticed the winged being that had hissed at him. With the gun that the being, Narandail he assumed from the off chance, had, he assumed that he came from the ranged unit line behind them. “Just looking to keep our line intact so that you guys can still give them hell,” he barked back, gritting his teeth as he finished off a dying werepyre. “The commanders seem to be dropping like flies. Someone’s got to keep the morale in check, lest we lose on this day.” He spotted another werepyre that was close to one of the banner guards, overwhelming their guards and about to deal a deadly blow. He reached at his belt and drew a flintlock pistol, still dry despite the current climate. With a steady aim, he pulled the trigger, sending the steel ball from the barrel. He knew that it was a highly unlikely shot that would hit the werepyre, more impossible to hit the head of the werepyre with his ability with the firearm, but this siege still holds many surprises as that had happened. Stabbing his claymore into the ground, he began refilling his pistol, despite the stinging acrid smell of gunpowder in his nostrils. During the motion, he didn’t hear what Narandail had said before he himself had finished loading. It was then that Auroreon heard the agiroan’s note.

[i]“I wonder why they don't fly when it'd give them obvious edge. It bothers me."[/i]

“Now that you mention it, it bothers me as well,[/i] Auroreon agreed. They had used the tactic in previous skirmishes in this siege, especially in the beginning. There wasn’t a werepyre in the sky and this worried him. What worried him more, however, was when he began to closely observe the battlefield around them. “Now that you mention it, there are a lot less werepyres than the previous skirmish. What…” It wasn’t until he began to pose that question to the small group that his question was soon answered. From the edges of the forest more werepyres charged. While they were a lot smaller than the ones that were on the battlefield at the moment, some of them joined in the battle, several limbs flying through the air as a result. But what caught his attention the most was that the majority of them were taking to the sky, charging straight for the ranged unit’s line. “We both had to have said something, didn’t we?!” he roared, taking down one of the smaller werepyres that approached them. Placing the pistol into his belt, he drew his dagger and threw it at a close group of werepyres that were flying towards the line. The dagger, unlike the uncertainty of the bullet that was fired a moment ago, was more confidently thrown as its sharp blade tore through the wing membrane and sinking into the side of another. Now things went downhill as the marksmen and magisters desperately aimed at the approaching enemy to clear them before it reached them. Before Auroreon could issue any more commands to those in his vicinity, a group of large werepyres charged towards them, claws honed towards the three of them