John Williams
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Thalion's shooting speed was incredible. Even Though Severus and DarkSorrow were tier5 warriors and were only one step weaker to him and ganging up on him two vs one, they could not keep up with his agility as neither of them could get an opening to land a strike. Anna who was drinking a potion to recover from her recent wounds was startled as despite fighting two opponents at once, Thalion managed to shoot the glass potion bottle off her hands clean, preventing her from drinking the…
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As Thalion struggled back to his feet and gathered his wits, The once peaceful forest edge behind him bustled with the sound of marching footsteps and tightening bow strings. His Greengale Phantoms legion was finally here! The frontlines had already crossed the forest and the rest were right behind them. Without any Bloodfall resistance to stop them here, they could now cross the entire plain and the swamp in 40-60 minutes and raid the fort where the orb was being kept. " CHARGE! THERE ARE NO…
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Thalion had expected a grand reception when he walked out of the forest to face the Bloodfall legion in open fields. He had expected to see rows and rows of vampire soldiers clad in full body armour with their weapons drawn as they sweated from head to toe upon seeing his grand visage- Instead what happened was that only one single small, puny, absolutely non-significant dwarf, which was clearly a mortal, stood before him alone with an equally small sword in his hand which confused Thalion on as…
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Rudra watched Thalion make his proclamation and could not help but cringe at the foolishness of the young elven god. Sometimes Rudra genuinely wondered why there existed people who constantly overhyped themselves and lived in a bubble of their own delusion. These people were not frogs inside a well, they were the frogs who constructed their own wells just so that they could be sheltered from the real world. Yes, tier6 was a milestone achievement, anyone at that stage of power had earnt the…
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The night was swallowed by the madness that raged in the harpy god Tweety's eyes. Her legion, a force she had grown with love and care over the years had been obliterated by Ravan Bloodfall, and the grief was a gaping wound in her heart. Every beat, every pulse, only served to deepen her anguish and fuel her fury. And then there was Mira, the black dragon who had dared to engage her, keeping her busy while her legion was massacred. Tweety's feathers bristled at the thought, her talons scraping…
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Max knew there was absolutely no time to waste hence he went batshit crazy straight from the get-go. *KABOOM* *KABOOM* *KABOOM* -150,000 CRITICAL HIT! -7500 -40,000 -120,000 CRITICAL HIT! -90,000 CRITICAL HIT! -5000 -32,000 The sky became a plane of explosions as Max's spells met those of the eagle legion as the night sky was lit up from their raging battle. A few died from Max's attacks, while the rain dance and gale storm made the environment very…
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( Max's POV ) Simultaneously as the battle raged on in the Twilight clan, the Skyfury Eagles and the Greengale Phantoms began their assault on the Bloodfall clan. The sun had just dipped over the horizon and against the crimson hue of the sky and a massive fleet of close to 100,000 Eagle riders and a few hundred harpies Max stood cross-armed on-top of Mira. The air was his domain, he was the only fighter in the Bloodfall clan who had aerial capabilities and although he was supported by ground…
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( Regus Aurelius's POV ) Regus had expected both Twilight and Bloodfall clans to retreat in the face of such a tremendous force. When he got the letter from Falken, the only part which surprised him slightly was that Falken had decided to station some 25,000 odd soldiers on the mountain-top to delay the destruction of the orb for as long as possible. It was a very practical move but one that was hard to make for any clan leader which was why he respected Falken for it. However, the…
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Max walked steadily towards Sir Jhonny's tent, his nerves bubbling with both trepidation and anticipation, his plan made sense and he knew that it did, it was just that conversations with his master never went how he wanted them to go which made him nervous. Upon reaching the tent, he took a deep breath and pushed the flap aside to reveal a cozy interior, a stark contrast to the exterior war-time austerity. In the heart of the tent, sitting on an oversized cushion and engrossed in what appeared…
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Max had a big decision to make after he heard the old man's plan as the silence in the council room reflected the turmoil in his heart perfectly. Max was not someone who had no regard for the lives of those who followed under him, if possible he wanted to save every last soldier from dying, but such a reality was not always possible. He could engage in this fight and risk everything to deal a major blow to the dark faction or he could save the lives of his clan members and retreat. It was a…
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