The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Prince of Pain (just a battle scene short)

The wind picked up and the dust of fear wept across the lands. The barren waste of what was once a beautiful elfish forest. What left of the High elf resistance rallied up for a last stand against the terrible Dark Elf armies of Destruction. Men and women line up with their swords, drawn and their focus on the approaching beacons of death. Protruding from the darkness, the smoke and the destruction line after line of dark elves march forward. Swords cocked up their right side of their arms and lay a rest on their shoulders. Behind the squads of guards marched the Khaine's brides. And behind them the Dark Dhar magic wielding magi. The marching stopped once the whole army was finally exposed out of the smoke and fire...The high elves squint and pant. Bloodied lips and tearful eyes at their demise that will be set upon them in minutes to come...

The crowd of Dark elves slowly split into two separate groups as one single, tall lengthy snotty stood Dark Elf walks through them and into the front. Wielding his staff that frosts of cold air he stands it on the ground looking at the small resistance on the other side of the battle field. Grinning he licks his fangs and grips his staff...

Minutes pass as the two sides stare down eachother, many yards away from eachother but still being able to have eye contact. Each elf eyes one another. The high elves wince their teeth shut to the point of almost breaking them. Gripping their swords tight the sweat and the tears gives away their weakness.

The leading Dark elf grins and raises his staff silently...

Then suddenly after moments of silent, and the dark elves showing no emotion, or even threat. They go berserk and wildly charge towards the unexpected high elves. Screaming on the top of their lungs plunging them selves forth.

The hopeless high elves, fearing this would come but preyed for peace. Had no other choice but to stand their line. Piercing the ground below them with their battle worn boots they hold their shields out and their swords forward. Only half ready for the impact of hundreds crazed Dark elves to plunge into their weak defense. One high elf looks over to his female war comrade and frowns. They both sigh with a single tear running down their face. He suddenly gets a burst of courage and stands up. As he's about to run forward towards the howling hordes of evil. A Large doom bolt crashes into his chest and sends him plowed into the ground. The rest of the High elves finally rush their dreaded kin. Pushing what they have left forward to the spoils of war, and the bowels of hell...

May 2012

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