LOSC chapter 16
LOSC: The New Guardians Part 16
The southern wall of Warfang was filled with soldiers to defend their home. The guardians are not leaving anything to chance, They had marshal sitting on the tallest tower near the southern area of warfang, while nightstream and Slipstream commanded a aerial raiding group to take out any catapults the enemy would have. Spyro cinder and the others each stood at the wall determined to defend it.
They wouldn't have to wait long when the thundering boom of a marching army reached their ears. The sound it's self was intimidating but the warriors of Warfang held fast watching as Shadowfang headed the army grinning as he rounded the hill, before raising his head and howling. As he did his army rose into visual range, their battle line extending the length of Warfang's wall. "WARFANG! Open your gates and let the dark wolves rule over you again, and you will not be slaughtered." Called Shadowfang looking up at Cynder's mother who ruled the city, "no now disperse and leave our home or face Warfang's wrath." She called down to him. "So be it." He mutters in a growl, "ATTACK!" he roars at his army. With a savage war cry the massive army charges forward shaking the earth as they charged. "Catapults, FIRE!" Roared a commander slicing his hand down signaling for the city's defenses to attack. With the whirs and swooshes of the catapults firing filling the air with a rain of stones and fire bombs into the enemy ranks Killing them by the hundreds, but the rain of death didn't waver the army as it neared the wall.
Ladders climbing hooks were readied as they approached the wall, but warfang was ready for them. "Archers, loose." Called the wall commanders and a wall of arrows filled the air before them and drilled into them. Apes, grublins, orcs and dark wolves dropped like flies to the arrow barrage, but they just kept coming! Soon the roar of enemy catapults sounded lobbing rocks and fire bombs towards the city. Only half of them hit their targets knocking troops off the wall or roasting them alive, while the other half was redirected by a burst of wind coming from the tower Marshal stood. Once the dark army was at the walls, calls to draw swords sounded all down the wall, while the inner areas of the wall kepts firing arrows into the ranks of the enemy forces. The ladders and hook went up onto the walls allowing the arpe and orcs to storm the city's defenders while the grublins climbed the wall like bugs and ripped down a few moles and other defenders before getting cut down. The army met heavy resistance on the walls from the defenders, orcs were skewered on spears or javelins thrown from the walls, while the more armored apes were getting on the walls but they were still getting cut down before they could cause too much trouble.
Soon the whole wall was locked in combat, swords clashed with swords. Shields bashed in faces, spears riddled the enemy. But the battle was swaying in favor of warfang thanks to their catapults and archers. "Send in the siege towers and the battering rams; try to bring down a wall or two while you're at it." Ordered Shadowfang, as he watched the city start to repel his assault. Terridor noticed the enemy catapults shifting their aim to pound the walls, "signal the raid now." He ordered a solder holding a set of flags, who went through a series of gestures and positions with them signaling the wind dragons. Not ten seconds after the signal went out a steady howl started to creep in volume, "GET DOWN!" roared Volteer, right before a black streak smashed into the ground sending out a massive shock wave of destroying more than half of the catapults or just sending them flying. While also sending enemy troops sailing into the air flying or falling to their deaths from the force of the assault followed by a Tail slash sending another wave of wind into the enemy's ranks. Nightstream had entered the fight in armor as black as his scales shining in the sun as he stood there surrounded by the enemy growling, looking ready to cut through their ranks...He was a frighting sight to behold. While overhead clouds started to form a storm. Slipstream hovered in the sky creating this storm to even the playing field even more for warfang. Slips eyes glowed silver as he began to give this storm life, by using the wind to charge the clouds over head with lightning while getting the clouds to create rain. Once he was done a super storm had been given created by him. The lightning dragons took the air absorbing the lightning raining down, while tsunami used the water raining down to clear away the ladders and apes on her area of the wall. Cheers roared through the Warfang army they now were over powering the apes...until the dread wings flew in taking down several dragons, but they were soon countered by the city guard's air brigade fighting fang and talon with the ape ridden dreadwings.
The battle was still hanging by a thread for either side. A single tip would determine who wins. Shadowfang pissed that his catapults were taken out and that his towers and battering rams were being held up by a lowly wind dragon. Snarling the massive wolf walked to where Nightstream held his own, taking down a great many of his men. The wolf charged and slammed into Nightstream before he could react to his new foe, and was repeatedly lifted up and bashed into the ground before getting thrown away. With a clang he bounced off a siege tower only to take to the sky and fire off a slicing wave of wind towards the wolf, only to see it dissipate before hitting him. Shadowfang grins before blasting Nightstream with a volley of his hunter arrows, grounding Nightstream. "stupid child...you should have stayed home, your city will fall back into our rule. Your elements can't harm me or the other dark wolves thanks to this armor, soon all of you will lose your elements." Shadowfang says with a chuckle as he turned to leave the wind dragon to die at his pawns' hands when a shadow bomb blew them away with something spinning around the wind dragon until both it and Nightstream vanished.
Nightstream grunted as he hit the stone ground with Shadowheart standing on a building over the wind dragon taking to the air and engaged a dreadwing. The dreadwing was downed in seconds thanks to shadows shadow walking; neither ape nor beast saw him coming. Shadowfang smirks seeing his towers and battering rams move towards the city as the dragon cannons fired at the battering rams taking a few down. The wolf smirks and moves towards his rondevue with his spy. Shadowheart on the other hand had pegged the wolf with some of his shadow allowing him to track the dark wolf, but the wolf kept walking. The battle started to swing back to being a toss-up when a series of twisters started to form from the storm. Nightstream with his brother beside him created them. While Marshal took to the skies and created his own twister dead center of the brother's set. Their eyes glowing silver from the concentration and raw power they each held. Reaching the hidden gate Shadowfang walked into the city since it was open...only to find Arrow dead on the ground, "damn stupid dragon I told you to watch your back." He snarled at the turn coat but headed deeper into the city via this emergency tunnel. Soon he exited out in front of the dragon tower, "finally the time to break the seal is at hand." He thought entering the tower killing any guard who stood in his way. Over the city the clouds started to part unnaturally showing the sun again but, the moons where starting to block it...it was a dual eclipse something that hasn't happened for a millennia.
Reaching the top of the tower shadowfang destroyed the false wall hiding what he was seeking. It was a large boiler looking contraption with a black spear head stuck into the slot at its base. "The generator of the ancient wolves...it's still here." He said grinning madly before breathing into the ground causing seal to appear around his form. As the sun slowly vanished Shadowfang mutters in a tongue that belongs to the ancestors of his kind. Right as the last ray of sun light begins to vanish; the wolf finishes his spell and rips out the spear causing a shock wave to ripple over warfang. Right as the twisters touch down and start to tear into the enemy army when suddenly the storm, the twisters, the vines, lightning flames, ice, water streams. Just stop...the dragons had been robbed of their elements. But that was not all of the bad news, the dark wolves begin howling as they return to their rightful forms. All of them now match their wolven brethren on the walls of warfang. As this happened the Siege towers reach the walls and lower their ramps allowing streams of troops to storm the walls...Warfang was starting to lose the fight.
In the tower Shadowfang laughs manically as he stood on two legs, "now we will topple those beats and turn them back to our pets." He states to himself when He was blasted into a wall by a stream of shadow fire, "over my dead body mutt." Stated Shadowheart his eyes glowing with innate strength. "mhmhmhm...so he's starting to awaken...good." Says a black dragon with blue flames flowing along his spine. Watching the two clash through a viewing orb his spy had placed there.