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Amaron was ready for this fight, he wanted some revenge for his men that were lost in the battle. That is when he had heard the same noise as when Erak appeared. It was the same noise from the battle, a loud whining style of noise that echoed he looked up and saw the cyclones appear. This was great, he got to see and study them, there had never been so many appear like this since the battle. He couldn't get a good look at them as they fell from the sky, he had bigger fish to fry he shot an arrow quickly again into the woods. He heard an orc scream in pain. Hit, he pulled out an arrow that was doused in magic from the quiver on his side. He fired the arrow following it while amplifying his eyes with magic he watched as it embedded itself in a Kobold's head. Blood streamed from the head everywhere, but it wasn't done he released the magic and sent an electric shock to about 3 others.

He then took a step back releasing the magic on his eyes. Resting for a bit he heard now what sounded like fighting in there. Whoever these people were they must have not been friends of Tyre. Amaron narrowed his eyes again as he amplified them, he couldn't figure out most of their races, except for one that looked like an elf. They were all very oddly shaped and dressed, they definitely weren't the prettiest bunch in his eyes. He looked over at the middle of the group of attacking enemies. He realized he might need help, knocking another arrow and firing it. It nailed the Orc next to the creature right in the arm as the orc swung. But the arrow didn't stop it pulled the orc back as it embedded itself into a Kobold's head. The Orc fell to the ground with the extra weight on his arm he couldn't lift his arm up.

Amaron took another step back taking a breath relieving the magic he was using on his eyes. Garth looked at him and looked at the forest. Garth could tell that there was someone else in there, more people, perhaps like him. Garth Could see a man in the middle of the little bastards that attacked the elf and him. "Let's go Elf they may need help!" he yelled as he ran towards the forest.

Of course this man who suddenly appeared would want to charge headlong into a group of enemies. Amaron thought, whoever this smelly man is he has some stones to run at a group of orcs and Kobolds. He thought the man was a drunk originally until he saw the master of magic that he displayed blocking the arrow. He hadn't even smelled of good Alcohol when he had seen him originally. But now he is running in, and it was Amaron's duty to help save him and the rest of these people, no matter who they were. They were probably lost and scared, almost as much as the people of Exterra were.

Garth rushed into the forest and got a clearer view of everything. The arrows that the Elf had shot were on point. Garth yelled a battle cry as he shot his hands out. He drew half of the orcs and kobold's attention with the loud scream. His eyes turned bright blue as he said something in Nordic (Nordic language of his realm). To Amaron he didn't understand a single thing that he had said. But suddenly multiple icicles shot out of his hands as the embedded themselves into a few of the enemies. He now said something else in nordic as his eyes turned near white as ice shot from his hands and freezing multiple of the enemies now. But there were many, and they started moving his way charging at him.

Amaron shook his head, this fool is going to get himself killed! he thought to himself. He looked back he could see a group of King's men coming to intercept the small group of Orcs and Kobolds. They would be too late by the time they got here. He started to run after Garth, he threw his bow over his shoulder and ran, when a couple of the orcs jumped from the trees at him. He pulled out his two swords and was able to easily slash them down, he didn't even have to stop pace. He wasn't gonna get to him in time. At least not in this form. He knew it too, Garth had no idea that there were a few kobolds coming right for him from behind. Garth would be dead in seconds if he didn't get to him in time. He had to do it, Amaron transformed into his wolf form as he now ran so much faster and stronger. He was on all fours as he leaped just as the Kobold that was behind Garth did. The Kobold came close to stabbing it's sword into Garth, but it soon found teeth digging into it's skin. The kobold screamed in pain as he was tossed into a tree. Amaron growled at the other one who charged him, Amaron jumped as shoved his hand into the Kobold's face it as well screamed in pain from the claws that were now sticking into it's head.

"What the hell!?" Garth exclaimed as he looked at Amaron, "Don't worry about it you fool fight!" Amaron growled. Garth nodded as his eyes now turn brown, and he lifted his hands up the ground raised and smashed into multiple different enemies. An arrow did find it's mark on his arm though. He looked to his left where it came from. Garth gave the Orc a smile as he pulled the arrow out without even flinching. The Orc's face became scared. Garth gave a battle cry as he raised his hand up while speaking in Nordic and a hand shot up from the ground grabbing the Orc and then as Garth shoved his hand forward the orc was smashed against a tree.

The Orcs and Kobolds that ran at Amaron were all now backing up after watching so many of them fall at his feet. Amaron growled and then howled at them. The few in front of him now ran. He quickly shifted out of his wolf form and pulled out a bow. The ones that ran were suddenly to his surprise not moving, he looked and Garth had shot multiple ice blasts at them and bound their feet in ice. It would be easy picking for him now. The only issue was that there was still quite a few left. Not to mention there could be ones hiding anywhere. He looked over to where an insect looking creature and the other odd looking elf were at, "Get over here and help us!" he yelled to the elf. He then knocked an arrow and fired at a charging orc, the arrow penetrated the soft spot in the orcs armor as he fell dead instantly.

Garth ended up having to pull out his sword as he swung it around fighting multiple enemies his eyes seemed to stay bright blue and white as frost attack after frost attack hit his opponents. He had no care for these others he simply cared that he was fighting. He was having a blast and loving every second of it. Perhaps one of them would actually test his skills.

Tyre sat there tapping his fingers as the big picture in front of everyone displayed the orcs and Kobold's being handled by merely only a few people. Loki sat in his chair tapping his foot in impatience. He couldn't help but continue staring at Garth. When he witnessed Amaron saving Garth he let out a yell of frustration. "Calm down Loki." Said Magneto, "They will all die in time." The rest of them nodded in agreement.

"That is true that they will eventually die, but it sure looks like they won't be at the hands of this small army!" Exclaimed Thanatos. "Do you have a problem with who I sent Thanatos?" Tyre asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I feel like we should have sent more troops and someone along with them, if anything we should have let me bring mine into play!" he said with a grimace. Magneto shook his head, "The whole point of that small army was meant to weaken the town and castle, to send one of us would've been to send him or her to his death. Besides, if we wanted to do anything all we would have to do is to send my men after them and they would all be dealt with." He said with a grin. "That is not true, I would like to see how your men fight against an army of dead!" Thanatos exclaimed.

The girl in the white dress yawned, and leaned back in her chair. "Yes? Ma`am do you have something you wish to state or say?" Asked Magneto. She smirked, "Oh no by all means continue having your who can piss the farther contest with each other." Magneto and Thanatos glared at her, "And who do you think you are lady?" Thanatos asked. She chuckled, "Me? why, I am the White Witch of Narnia." she said with a grin.
"Enough babbling!" Loki said interrupting their conversation pay attention." His eyes were focused on Garth. He hated that Garth's magic control was so strong and powerful he could hardly stand it. He still remembered when Garth and Erak had both stopped him from killing of their group. In a battle against one of their gods they somehow came out on top and that ate away at Loki, he had tried to get revenge but Erak was too strong for anything Loki sent at him and Garth was too powerful. Tyre sat there watching but now it was his turn to talk. "That elf right there." he said as he pointed at Amaron, "The Lycan, he is a leader in the armies that we first encountered, he has been involved on the other side of many of my failed operations." "That elf is as annoying as anyone, I will look forward to stomping him out of existence." said Tyre. "He was the commander of the western army that broke through our lines first, he was the reason that we had to start this so early!" Tyre's voice rose as he yelled, but he calmed himself and regained his composure.

"Obviously, we won't win this battle." Said Maleficent, "What ideas do you all have to take out these fools and anyone else who decides to be foolish enough to even get in our way?" she waited for an answer but all the while watching carefully, she saw the man in the middle and how well he was handling himself. He would be no pushover either. In fact she had a bad feeling about almost all of these people. It was obvious she wasn't the only one with how some of the others were shifting so nervously. "Do not give up or become uneasy!" a voice yelled, as the Lich King stood, they are merely killing pawns, and that is all they are killing, they have yet to even be tested. A man in a white robe now appeared from the darkness, it was Saruman, "Yes, my orcs were nothing more than just that. They have yet to see our true power." he said as he held his staff proudly. With that the room seemed to calm much more as people relaxed.

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