It was a blitzing madness of unprecedented calamitous action. It was war unlike any from Khan had seen before. It was glorious, it was challenging, and it was all that Lea Drago, the lauded Dragon of War, had ever wanted.
There were five hundred things going on at once, all requiring the attention and counteracting of the acting leader. Having taken command of the forces from her vantage position on her ship with the departure of Ambrosius, the tactical mind of Lea was going a million miles a minute.
The Orc forces stormed the beach, gaining ground as Khanasian soldiers mixed in with them, using advance arrivals to spread out and filter into the surrounding areas. There were valiant efforts to stop them, but these specific advance groups were trained for speed and stealth, and would slip into other geographical areas of the country, performing reconaissance and other scouting objectives.
They had arrived in the nick of time, as the combined forces of the Orcs continued along, a glowing tangerine light lit the beach, infecting the sand and the air itself. But still they soldiered on. As Greek troops clashed against the Khanasians, the more primitive and barbaric warriors quickly adapted. While still utilizing their own weapons, they intuitively picked up the modern day machine guns and began seamlessly blending it into their combat methods as they pushed forward with the advance.
Clouds above roiled and turned, a sudden grey fog rolling in as lightning and thunder crackled through the sky. It was the most ominous of weather conditions, the low rumble appearing almost as a portent of doom.
The waves of the ocean roiled and rolled as ships began sinking, falling victim to the ruthless and effective assault at the hands of numerous members of this heroic force that had shown up to counteract them. It was something that the residents of Khan had never paid witness to, but not something that they were entirely unprepared for.
Almost as soon as the beach was claimed, the actions were countered as a brutal wall of fire rampaged across the sands. Substantial numbers were lost, as others were barred from making ground.
Lea’s first order of business was an attempt to take down the aircraft that was currently cutting through her forces like a hot knife through butter. Seven ships had already fallen beneath its might, cleaved cleanly in two. The battle mage present beside her, a special class of Khanasian warrior that had the ability to mindlink with others of its ilk via mystical means, silently spread her order.
Three of the ships rolled out primitive in comparison, yet powerful firing weapons. Called ‘Dragon’s Breath’, they were capable of creating almost an ignition of the air itself, and streamlining their output. It was a fire that burned amazingly hot, and with an unnatural fury and longevity. The three ships set their weapons in a triangle pattern, the aircraft that was cutting through ships. There was a slight almost mechanical whir prior to the weapons activating and the ruthless fire being aimed at the perpetrator.
The soldiers who had fallen into the water were either being picked up by ships as they passed, or sinking into the oblivion of the cool water, the sad price of war.
Lea’s eyes drifted, momentarily capturing sight of Ambrosius in all his combative glory as he took on those who would dare oppose them. There was a solidarity between the men, a morale, as they were provided with assistance from additional air and ground forces at the command of their brethren.
She signaled subtly to the battle-mage who stood beside her, and he sent her a questioning look, only to have it returned with a look of sheer confidence.
Calculated risk was the name of the game. Soldiers and boats were being picked off too quickly, it was putting them in a far too defensive stance, when they required the upper hand. It was an island, and once they held it, they would need to defend it from every angle. But if they were able to amass in the center, and bottleneck those who would come in, that would provide them with a tactically sound standpoint.
They had to make it there first, though.
The battle-mages, spread out among the ships to ensure their chances of survival, placed their palms together in a prayer-like motion. Their eyes went fully white as mystical shields were projected around the forces, providing them with a temporary protection, but enough time to gain ground and come closer to landfall.
She shot another look to the bronze-skinned man standing beside her. Lean in build, tall in height, he rarely spoke, but when he did it was with a deep voice, his words holding more weight for the rarity of them.
Special markings ran up and down his arms, markings that allowed him to control a gift he had been blessed with upon birth. His ability was to control water, and his specialization was the forming of constructs. It was why he had been chosen to accompany on this assault, for the tactical advantage that he would provide.
The hindrance of his power was that he could only do so much at any given time before buckling under the weight of exhaustion. Lea was utilizing Leonid as an effort to buy time and allow the rest of their forces to make landfall.
Sheets of water raised from the ocean quickly, all maintaining a solid shape, taking the appearance of what could be described as as a solid sheet of thickened water, with the same concentration as cement and extreme force, its intent was to at the least momentarily stun those in the air, but the aim was to knock them out of the sky permanently. Keep it a ground game and allow the Khanasian forces to do what it was that they did best - conquer.
On its descent, the waters surface spread, falling in the form of a light rain, doing its best to quell the raging fire along the beach.
All but five ships had made landfall at this point, their objective coming closer and closer to reach.
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