The Doge King — Mavia story
The battle was nearly upon them and there was little he could do but wait in excitement for the sound of charging warriors. Others fought for glory, or sometimes even for fun. He fought because it was the right thing to do, the honourable thing to do.
He had his tactical gear on, heavy black boots and armoured chest plate. In his hand hung a gun, larger than some of the warriors he fought beside.
It made sense that he would be near the front lines, he was huge in comparison to his allies. He was an intimidating presence, even to those who knew him personally. To those who didn’t know him, he was as close to terrifying as one could get.
He heard the cheers go up, the battle had begun. He gripped the handle of his gun ever so slightly tighter and started to run in the direction of the fortress they aimed to conquer. He did not get too close, not out of cowardice, but as his gun was made for heavy explosions from a distance. The further back he stood, the better vantage point he would have over the defensive schemes of the enemy.
He hoisted the gun onto his shoulder, and got to work. The enemy had turrets and helicopters at work trying to keep their forces back, so he decided to pick each one of them off first. The first turret blew up with ease, one missile creating a ball of fire and leaving a charred crater of melted metal.
As he fired at the second turret, he could see whoever had been manning it, trying to run to avoid a similar fate as the other gunners. Whilst the fireball did not engulf them, it still flung the gunners off of the battlement walls to a swift death.
He was about to start aiming at the helicopters, much more difficult targets as they were so quick to manoeuvre in the air and dodge the missiles; instead, something caught his eye that gave him pause. One of his allies had somehow found a way into the fortress before the front charge had blasted through the front gates.
Impressive, he thought, but they’ll need help.
He left his position, hoping that if he got closer, he could have a better chance at picking off the helicopters, and started to run in the direction he had seen his ally. He could no longer see where she had gone, disappearing into the fortress, but she must have been doing enough damage as many of the forces within it were peeling off to try and deal with her.
She had seemed nimble enough to climb the walls, but he was a larger being. He could see that he had one option and he didn’t like it. He propped his gun down against the battlement walls and stepped back. He then took a run up and used his large gun as leverage to throw himself high up, strong fingers gripping the lip of the fortress outer wall.
Straining, he dragged himself up onto the top of the wall, every muscle screaming in effort. He rolled over onto his back and took a moment to catch his breath. He would need to be on top of his game to help now, considering he no longer had a weapon.
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He pulled himself to his feet, looking up and down the wall for any sign of his ally. An explosion in the distance let him know exactly where she was, he just had to get to her and then he could provide the support she must be needing in such a pressured situation.
He was large, but that didn’t make him slow. His well-trained body was rippling with muscles and seemed to fly across the battlements now that it wasn’t weighed down by the heavy gun. He was going to reach her in no time at all.
He caught up with some of the enemies that were running in her direction, too, and with two quick swipes, had sent them hurtling off of the walls, hitting the ground hard and unable to get back into their safe- for now- fortress.
He could see her in the distance but she had yet to spot him also. Then, unexpectedly and in a way that he didn’t even think was possible, he, too, was flung from the walls. Not outside the fortress but dragged further into it, pulled out of sight to anyone that might have been watching from the invading force.
Wincing, he pulled himself up, using the wall of a nearby building as a support to lean against. He looked up and saw another of his kind. Yellow fur, pointed ears. This stranger was smaller, however, much smaller. He was shrouded in a cloak and holding a scythe. Even stranger, was the red glow that encompassed him, focusing into his hand.
The smaller doge raised the scythe and swung, sending out a blast of energy that the larger one struggled to dodge in time.
He would need to cover the distance, before he could have a hope at taking out this enemy.
He flexed his muscles, trying to intimidate and, predictably, the smaller one reacted by sending out another energy blast, which gave him the opening to dive forward and split the difference between them before the smaller one could react.
In the blink of an eye, the entire feeling of control in the fight had shifted, the smaller one was whipping the scythe around as fast as he could to try and keep the powerful fists at bay, but it was to no avail as the larger one ripped the scythe from him and deliver a sickening punch that left him lying face down in the dirt.
Holding the scythe, triumphant, he looked up and saw his ally darting through the street ahead and he ran after her, barely able to keep up. She stopped dead and he slowed down to watch what she was looking at. Their forces had breached the fortress.
Their distraction had helped. They had won.
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