Mynn watched in horror at the unfolding battle in front of her eyes. Despite all the efforts she had put into this standoff, she could not overcome the odds facing against her. Be it from her own foolishness, or the heavens forsaking her, but everything turned into a complete mess on her side, while others seemed to have fared better, maybe thanks to the little assistance she had provided earlier, the skills of their troops and the Gods favouring their devotees. She did the best she could to support the frontline with her nurturing magic, but it proved to be of little use when nature itself was against them, or perhaps too weak to be of any use. Walls they had put up, roots meant to trap their foes, they all crumbled in the blink of an eye because of how decrepit the forest had become, a result of the sinister presence of the foul creatures they were up against.
As if to mock the Druids fighting in this company, the enemy had been using undead animals to shatter their forces. Decaying bears with steel plates bolted to their skin, meant to ram through anything they come across and maim the poor souls caught in the animals’ wake. Some of Mynn’s order were brutally dismembered, decapitated even, against the raging undead beasts. Even the Wild Elf veteran could not escape their fury. Before she could put up any kind of defense, a wild bear rammed her with enough impact to send her flying backwards, before being hit once more while she was still tossed airborne. The tackle was savage enough that something inside the elf’s body snapped, and a loud yell of pain echoed in the forest amongst many others as her body hit the floor, her white mask knocked off her face and landing a few inches from her head.
Coughing up blood, Mynn only laid down motionless. Every time she tried to muster her strength and will to stand up, a flaring pain coming from her ribs pinned her to the ground. Her erratic breaths were only getting more painful the more she struggled to stay up. The pain was so intense that she could not focus well enough to use her own magic on herself. Even if she could actually use her magic, she couldn’t mend the broken bones inside her body, only close the wounds and stop the bleeding.
Eventually, the unmasked druid resigned to her fate, unable to do anything but watch around her the battle raging on. Between two bloody coughs, she sighed in relief as the battle tipped in their favour thanks to the efforts of the brave men and women standing their grounds and mending breaks in the formations. Eventually, the battle seemed all but won in the elf’s mind, as it was with relief that she simply closed her eyes and tried to endure her pain with muffled groans underneath clenched teeth. Her internal injuries were getting the best of her, and the blood she was coughing made her dizzy, focus losing by the minutes until she could barely stay awake to witness the battle’s end.
As if to mock the Druids fighting in this company, the enemy had been using undead animals to shatter their forces. Decaying bears with steel plates bolted to their skin, meant to ram through anything they come across and maim the poor souls caught in the animals’ wake. Some of Mynn’s order were brutally dismembered, decapitated even, against the raging undead beasts. Even the Wild Elf veteran could not escape their fury. Before she could put up any kind of defense, a wild bear rammed her with enough impact to send her flying backwards, before being hit once more while she was still tossed airborne. The tackle was savage enough that something inside the elf’s body snapped, and a loud yell of pain echoed in the forest amongst many others as her body hit the floor, her white mask knocked off her face and landing a few inches from her head.
Coughing up blood, Mynn only laid down motionless. Every time she tried to muster her strength and will to stand up, a flaring pain coming from her ribs pinned her to the ground. Her erratic breaths were only getting more painful the more she struggled to stay up. The pain was so intense that she could not focus well enough to use her own magic on herself. Even if she could actually use her magic, she couldn’t mend the broken bones inside her body, only close the wounds and stop the bleeding.
Eventually, the unmasked druid resigned to her fate, unable to do anything but watch around her the battle raging on. Between two bloody coughs, she sighed in relief as the battle tipped in their favour thanks to the efforts of the brave men and women standing their grounds and mending breaks in the formations. Eventually, the battle seemed all but won in the elf’s mind, as it was with relief that she simply closed her eyes and tried to endure her pain with muffled groans underneath clenched teeth. Her internal injuries were getting the best of her, and the blood she was coughing made her dizzy, focus losing by the minutes until she could barely stay awake to witness the battle’s end.
