Battle Between Villages

"Made by Orald no doubt..."

Orald just smiled and drew his own sword.

"Okay," said Arlock, "It's time we slay some Bhuk's."

Arlock drew his sword and nodded to the old Wizard who was hiding up in an old oak tree. A purple haze encircled all seven men and then lifted, disolving above them, a twinkling mist falling onto them taking it's invisibility effect on the men. When the twinkling settled and the mist had touched them all, Arlock shouted to his men.

"We have twenty minutes. Don't waste it!"

Strongbad ran straight into the chaos, without so much as a shout. He began swinging his sword and connecting with flesh with every deadly swing. He saw the red eyes of the rebels falter and he listened to their agonising screams. In a blind rage he swung the blade and connected again, each swing as deadly as the last. After twenty minutes Strongbad then stopped, breathing heavily, his arms feeling as heavy as lead. He looked around and saw the massacre he had commited. His muscles went weak and he blacked out. dropping into the blood covered mud.

Strongbad woke to find himself surrounded by the surviving villagers.

"If it wasn't for you we would all be dead." said Arlock. "The majority of the rebels saw all their men being slain and retreated into the Baron Mountains. We will set up a horse regiment to go after them and bring back their heads. You're a hero Strongbad. This is the beginning of a new age. We thank you. You are truly... Our hero."