Visibility in this storm was shit, the wind is against us helping the enemy outrange our archers. And most importantly, Then I hear a faint sound that I hear whenever enemy castles catch sight of us. The sound of a war horns, the storm had masked the 2 armies from each other, our visibility was down as was hearing.
"THE WHORES ARE APPROACHING, READY YOURSELVES, SPEARS AND SHIELDS, SPEARS AND SHIELDS, ARCHERS NOCK YOUR ARROWS, ASSUME FORMATION, TAKE POSITIONS YOU DUMB cxntS!!!"
Trumpets blared and messengers were sent as everyone prepared for what should be a major encounter of this war.
I unsheathed my sword out of its scabbard.
I bellowed out in the storm, "ELVES, ARE YOU WITH ME?!!"
"FOR THE QUEEN, FOR THE ELVES, FOR THE GODDESS!!!"
I could hear the Whores chanting their war cries and blaring their war horns, "THE HARLOTS ARE COMING, FOR THE QUEEN, FOR THE DARK ELVES, FOR THE GODDESS!"
Honora turned to her fellow elven warriors, women of proud, and true warriors, of the rightful heirs to the High Elves, and Goddess women who would soon slaughter the dark skinned sluts that dared to challenge them
Jada watched as her fellow elven warriors women of true, and proud warriors, the rightful heirs of the High elves, and Goddess, these women would soon butcher the fair skinned cxnts that dared challenge them.
Their light infantry's broke into a mad charge above their heads enchanted bows. As they came closer the young women from both sides got to see them more clearly, they wore leather armor, and chainmail, they wield short swords, and bucklers, but behind them elven women enchanted slings, bows, and javelins. Officers from both sides could be heard roaring, "HOLD, KEEP STEADY, YOUR QUEEN IS WITH YOU, DO NOT FEAR THESE TRAMPS!!!"
Stones, Arrows, & Javelins begin to fly countless projectiles strikes one of hundreds near me on her helmet, in her throat, between her tits, or losing her head entirely, the dying, and wounded rocks back and falls. My guards surround me and cover me with their shields. And not a moment too soon as the hail of stones is quickly replaced by arrows.
I cannot see but I can hear the wave of opposing eager, and green women from both sides crash into the other screaming even as arrows, stone, spears fall upon them. I could hear the screams of women who were struck, I could also hear the dying after being. The hail of arrows, stone, and spears continued for some time during that time both sides reinforced their light infantry with the 2nd, and 3rd battalions of their light infantry reserves. I moved out of the shield wall and I saw bodies of both sides littered across the expanding battlefield, some were cut down by enemy projectiles before reaching the enemy force, but in the melee at the center the sight was horrifying, but pleasing to the Elves, and Dark Elves. Their Daughters, Nieces, and Granddaughters were given the chance to prove their mettle, and devotion to their people, and goddess.
She could see the carnage wrecked on their battling infantry's. The field was littered with bodies and gore, the rainfall washing away the blood, many were dead while many were in the throes of death. Most of them have arrows, and spears sticking out of them. Swords could be seen lodged into countless corpses, and she could see A few of the wounded tried to crawl away but they were picked off by the their archers, slingers, and spear throwers alike who aimed for any movement from the bodies.
That was the end of the light infantry, now the real threat would attack and I was right. They were well-armed compared to the light infantry that had fought, and died against each other's swords, spears, and arrows these Women leaf themed plate armor, with a coat of mail beneath sporting a stout helm, as they carried a spear and a shield. Both lines of heavy infantry took formation, and as they were doing so orders could be heard.
"Archers Nock, NOW!!" And instantaneously the Markswomen streamed into the firing range. The Archers were three ranks deep to ensure a continuous rate of firing and reloading without any interruptions.
Then as I heard the enemy warrior starting their second charge, I quickly called out, "Archers, LOOSE AT WILL!!" The twang of the strings quickly followed my declaration. The impact of the enchanted arrows could be heard as they sank into the unprotected flesh of the enemy whores followed by their cries of pain. The first line pulled back followed by the second and then the third. Each wave of archers found their mark. But despite the volley, despite the death the enemy lines closed the distance.
"WOMEN OF THE TRUE ELVES, DAUGHTERS OF THE ONE TRUE GODDESS PREPARE YOURSELF, NOW COMES THE REAL TEST," The Queens called out to the women along the lines as their archers release their entire payload of enchanted arrows on us. Thousands from both sides fall as the arrows cast from the enchanted bows test even the finest armor that either the dark elves, or elves can forge.
I barked out orders to the knights, captains and serjeants near me, "CROSSBOWMEN, PULL BACK!! SPEARMEN GO FRONT!! ARCHERS, STAND AT THE READY!!"
"Are you sure that you don't want to go to the rear, Your Grace? It might become more dangerous over here," One of her guards asked as their troops began to reshuffle the lines along their assigned positions.
"Fuck yes," I replied, "I am going to lead through the front this whole battle," I called out to the captain of the archers, "Once the enemy is in range, tell your women to start losing their arrows and don't stop unless they retreat or you run out of arrows."
The captain bowed, "Yes, Your Grace."
My guard surrounded me in their shield wall and my prediction was right as once more the arrows began to rain down upon us. As I stayed under the shield wall, I could hear some women being struck by arrows that got through their defenses but most of my women stood firm. The rain of arrows in the snow goes on for an eternity.
Then a brave trumpeter under a shield pokes her head out, and blowing her trumpet to signal that the enemy have entered the range of our archers. Almost immediately the twang of bowstrings can be heard as my archers return the missile fire.
Some of the arrows crash into each other in the air before falling harmlessly while the others fly over the frontlines. Before long the opposing vanguards arrive at the center, meeting each other with the roar of thunder, and steel, The barrage of arrows continues on both sides relentlessly striking down friend, and foe alike as the battle is truly joined.
As screams rent the air with the clatter of opposing steel, and hate meeting with such fury, and bloodlust that both sides give into the madness that will be needed to survive the battle.
With her sword in hand, I step forward to the chaotic, and hellish melee and throw myself into the fray. I welcome the enemy by driving my sword into her throat as the elf gags choking on her own blood I continue forward. The next person who comes over finds my sword going through her mouth. I don't have the time to process the people I have killed as I keep running across the lines along with my guard ensuring that all gaps our lines are filled while I motivate the my dark elves to break through the gaps in their lines.
"KEEP AT IT, LADIES, DO NOT LET THEM THROUGH!!" I encourage the women as fighting breaks out all across the lines. I punch my sword through the chest of one unlucky elf maiden, her steel breastplate hugging her enormous boobs, but despite its durability, and enchantments it does not stop my steel. Her face, hair, and armor alike is coated in fresh blood as she hacks, slashes, stabs, and skewers the lesser elves. Fair, & Dark corpses litter the battlefield as Elves, and Dark Elves show no mercy, give no quarter, and unleash millennia of hatred, jealousy, loathing, and bloodlust. Steel grinds against opposing steel as the 2 sides wage their eager, and bloody hate upon the other.
Despite the chaotic melee where the queens had committed the greater portion of their strength their Archers loose hail upon hails of arrows. Many of their arrows struck their own troops, but even the officers were swept up in the need to spill the hated blood of their rivals.
"SEND IN THE RESERVE, SEND IN THE RESERVE," The Queen shouts to the rear lines as even more soldiers from both sides are thrown into the meat grinder. Spears are thrown, archers with no more arrows drop their bows grab their swords, axes, and knives before they enter the fray.
"BRING IN THE MAGES, BRING IN THE MAGES," I holler out. The Elven, & Dark Elven Mages arrive in the nick of time. They split into groups on both sides of the gaps before casting their arcane arts into the jam-packed horde of warring elves, and dark elves desperately trying to push in, to gain the advantage. The Mages have the warring troops like a fish in a barrel, an easy kill. A fact that is shown as lightning is cast killing hundreds, fireballs are hurled incinerating hundreds more, Icicles are seen skewing even more, explosion reduce the corpses into shrapnel adding to the carnage. Poisons, Curses, and even the woodlands are used. Trees erupt from the earth lashing out with their branches crushing, and splattering the closest enemy troops. Vines snapping armor, and bone like twigs. Poison rots wounds, or simply leaves the enemy vomiting blood, and convulsing before dying.
The devastation is immense both sides waver, and the enemy mages are soon casting their spells defensively, and offensively as they engage each other, regardless the queens see the chance, and signal their troops forward.
The Mages have their intended effect as the surging mass of enemy troops begins to dissipate as many of them fall to the variety of spells cast forth. The rain around us starts to slow down and the troops begin to reform.
The first dark whore through the gap charges at me, I parry her strike and I slice off her head. Immediately afterwards, that bitch is followed by another who thrusts her spear at me, I narrowly dodge the spear before cutting open her neck.
All around me Elves, and Dark Elves are now intertwined hacking, slashing, stabbing, smashing, bashing, crushing, gutting, and cutting each other down from the back, the front, the side, or even from below before the armored high heels crush the wounded, and dead alike deeper, and deeper into the mud, blood, corpses, shit, piss, and rain.
Suddenly I am struck on my shoulder by a sword, the pauldron deflects it off but it brings me back to my battle. I drive my sword into the elf's eye before I place my leg on her now burst tit to push it out.
One of her guard shoves off the elf maiden trying to bury her axe in her head. The whores must know who I am, with my crowned helm and ancestral sword. I was a prodigy, the pinnacle of my people, the one true queen, the true daughter of the goddess, the one true Alpha Bitch of my people, there is no one capable of matching my sword, and as I cut down more, and more whores for I am
quick and savage in fighting as needed and I learned to kill and finish the fight before the fight went on for too long. I stab, swing, thrust, slash, parry, deflect, and dodge everything that comes at me. My Enchanted Blade goes up and down, left and right, every time it goes it plunges into someone's flesh and it comes out with a spray of blood.
Limbs are hacked off and lives are taken but I keep swinging my sword. A whore with a mace comes at me, she shouts something at me which is lost in the din of battle. Her mace comes swinging down to crush my head, I sidestep that attack before I return one of my own on her now overstretched arm. I cut her off at the elbow, the whore screams as I swing my blade again straight into her belly. I twist my sword before pulling it out with a bunch of her entrails.
It is then I see her marching with another cohort of her guards marching straight towards me. The Pale white sword she wields is an easy reminder of who he is.
I see the bitch removing the midnight black blade joined by her guard, both swords burn brightly incinerating the blood, and flesh that clung to its edge. The 2 swords were twins forged for the daughter the Goddess loved, but her half sister had also received an identical sword. The Elven, & Dark Elven Goddess' were sisters equal in beauty, power, prestige, and splendor as sisters they were cordial, but as rivals they were vicious ever since they learned the man, they loved the god of war had claimed both of them as his brides they cursed him, but as the god of war would later learn that his wives had forged 2 swords, 2 swords that proved her lineage, her beauty, and power was perfect. The 2 swords once within close proximity would burn brightly cleansing the filth that had tainted its edge, and beauty challenging each other.
The Dark Elf Sword called Elara Mara.
The Elven Sword called Ciara Thana.
Elara Mara was a Snow-white blade, the hilt, and guard was the only contrast being a solid pitch black.
Ciara Thana was a Midnight black blade, with the hilt, and guard being the only contrast of a pale white. The 2 Falchions were mirror images matching each in length, weight, sharpness, and bloodlust. The blade hungered for the souls of Elves, & Dark Elves every kill strengthens it, and every drop of blood it drank enhanced its wielder.
I felt my anger course through me my guard managed to make it through to me. Their Armour is now all bloody with bits of gore on them. No doubt my Armour must be the same.
As their warriors fought, and died around them the 2 queens accompanied by their guards advanced. Until finally their swords screamed in glee as they met alike their wielders who shrieked like banshees as they dueled. Chaos erupted as officers directed their troops to support their queens committing everything to this moment. Like true bitter, and jealous rivals the 2 queens lunged at the other, and that became the signal to act. Their guards women that had been trained personally by the queens pushed toward the other. Each of them was prepared to defend the Queen at any cost. The now cramped, hostile environment of the field became a battleground for a bloody struggle.
Her face remained calm, but her eyes showed vigilance. With each passing minute , the queens grew more impatience. Like goddess' of war, and victory the 2 alpha bitches danced their high heels skidding across the corpses of their friends, and enemies alike. The 2 blades sung in unison as they clashed both encoursing, and driving their wielders to win.
The whistling of arrows rang out, and several of the queens guards fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Rocks and spears followed, flying at the warring guards. Enemy archers, and mages Initially hidden behind trees, they now boldly jumped from their hiding spots and quickly approached the ensuing chaotic melee. The guards alike their queen executed movements were swift and precise. Deflecting the enemy's blows, they masterfully dealt with their rivals, cutting them down mercilessly. The sword of the queensguard, gleaming under the sun, left a bloody trail in its wake. The elf, and dark elf troops that clashed though not as skilled as the queens guard, fought bravely, viciously, ruthless, and vengefully. Several guards lay dead on the ground, sprawled like dolls.
Her closest guard bravely deflected the enemies' blows despite their own problems.
Even as they dueled each other, their guards fought fiercely, decapitating each other, gutting each other, bleeding each other dearly using every means of their agility and strength. The queens elite guard movements were precise and deadly, but even their heroism, their loyalty, and cunning could not turn the tide of the battle. Wherever one guard faltered her opponent wasted no time and quickly became a leading figure in the battle. Back, and forth the battle teetered between the 2 sides both pushing each other to the brink, but they remained strong, and firm in the face of their enemy. Meanwhile the 2 queens were Locked in a deadly duel, the two alpha bitches tried to force their opponent into a mistake. Each delivered blows with her ancestral sword with astonishing speed. Sparks flying, and steel grinding, and cutting as they danced. Honora, & Jada to the surprise of their guards, and troops alike channeled their magic to completely remove their armor. The elves, and dark elves were speechless even as thousands lay dead, or dying they could not help, but look upon the perfection, and beauty of their queen truly she was the daughter of the Goddess. Their Voluptuous Muscular naked flesh was beyond compare, their enormous thick, firm boobs bouncing, jiggling, and swaying with grace, their toned abbs taut, and ready, their wide, thick, juicy Hips, and ass were glorious, and their long luscious muscular legs were hewn from the finest sculpture. Honora's gold, and Jada's blue eyes locked as they clashed. In the context of dueling, falchions are generally considered more useful compared to other types of swords. This is because falchions are often mistakenly designed for chopping and slashing, which are more effective in melee combat and hitting hard is more important than hitting fast.
Elven, & Dark Elven Falchions are lighter than a double-edged blade. These weapons were therefore not cleaving or chopping weapons similar to the larger swords, but quick slashing, and stabbing weapons despite their wide blade.
Falchions display high levels of craftsmanship, oftentimes with intricately decorated pommels of gold, silver, and may feature inscribed blades meant to honor the goddess. While some forms of falchions are shown to be handsome weapons of status; Some later falchions were ornate and used by the nobility; The Falchion is blessed primarily with sharpness, weight, and grace and is a good blade for Slashing, stabbing, and dueling against enemy troops. This weapon is ideal for clearing enemies in numbers as its light weight, and edge give its wielder a great advantage.
The 2 Queens exchange slashing attacks, parrying fatal stabs, cuts, and thrusts by the skin of her teeth, her deadly blade leaving an arc of bloodlust, and hate as they dueled, both Alpha Bitches employ a unique style that enhances attacks with dancing motions increasing their speed, agility, stamina, and sharpness as they do so.
Elara Mara, & Ciara Thana are more suitable for dueling due to their design and effectiveness as they more then just weapons of war, they were the rightful gift, and blessing of the goddess' themselves.
The duel lay amongst a raging, and hate fueled battlefield: steel clanged, and the very soil of the earth was littered with dead bodies and blood. Speed??: The falchion, being a one-handed weapon with a long release time, is slower compared to swords designed for dueling. This makes it harder to outmaneuver opponents in quick exchanges. Despite its reach, the falchion's range is often not as advantageous as that of a standard sword, which can be crucial in maintaining distance during a duel. But neither Alpha Bitch cares as they clash, her falchion's effectiveness is generally better against cloth and flesh, making it less effective against armored opponents, but elven, and dark elven falchions were superior, and the goddess blessed blade was more then capable of cutting clean through armor like a hot knife through butter.
The 2 Queens having Mastered the falchion use specific techniques, including spinning motions, which may not be as intuitive or effective in a fast-paced duel environment, but their speed, agility, and stamina leave hundreds of corpses in their wake.
In a duel, a standard sword often offers a better balance of speed, range, and versatility, making it a preferred choice over the falchion. But for Elves, and Dark Elves their is nothing better then using a blade perfected to cut down the arrogant Sluts that defied the goddess, and her people. Sparks flew as the 2 rival queens hacked, slashed, stabbed, parried, and deflected her opponents blade with her own, the 2 mirrored blades relishing the chance to meet, and settle who is the superior woman, the better Elf, and One True Alpha Bitch. What a sight it was as the 2 Alpha Bitches, The Daughters of The Goddess clashed. Both Women having mastered the timing, and distance they possesed as their rival had to adjust her footwork during their thrusts, slashes, or parrys A crucial aspect of a sword fight is timing and maintaining the right distance from your opponent. Starting your attack after your opponent has started theirs often results in getting hit. Keeping a safe distance allows you to test your opponent's reactions without putting yourself in danger although they did not have that luxury as their rival was every bit as dangerous as she had instinctively known.
The physical moves and techniques used in their duel were to fast to perceive for any other woman to witness. Her timing, distance, and caution had ensured this would be definitive as any mistake would be fatal.
Elven, Or Dark Elven Falchions were generally lightweight and well-balanced, allowing for precise and skill-based techniques rather than brute force when it needed to be.
Her rivals stytle emphasizes fluid, circular movements, precision strikes, and a spiritual connection to their goddess, and mother while maintaing, and releasing power, leverage, and versatility with frightening grace, and speed.
The Fullers in the blade make an opponent bleed faster or serve as channels for blood as each elven, or dark falchion is specially sharpened, and enchanted to seek out the flesh of their enemy to inflict the most pain, and suffering in the smallest of cuts.
Both queens tilt their blades to blind the other the right angle, making it harder to defend for either woman, or their guards to defend themselves.
Straight down, straight up, diagonally down to the left and right, diagonally up from the left and right, and left and right strikes horizontally slashes, and thrusts are exchanged with blinding speed, and grace. Often enough both women are stepping away from an opponent's attack to prevent the blade from striking a fatal, or crippling blow, both women exploit their parrys, or deflection with counter-cutting, where you step back and attack your opponent's arm, weakening their ability to fight, but alas the bitch was cunning often enough their reflexes, and agility prevented a fatal blow.
Both are avoiding falling into predictable patterns so as to prevent their opponent from gaining an advantage.
Like only true Alpha bitches can truly exploit both are Controlling the flow of the battle, each Alpha Bitch at one time, or another always on the back foot, giving the other a significant advantage. Quickly Identifying and working against their opponent's patterns before the cunning tramp switches.
Both women have been avoiding falling into a predictable rhythm and use intimidation tactics wisely. Jada, and Honora are drenched in sweat, and their muscles are screaming exhaustion, and agony as they clashed. Their guard had been whittled down less then half a dozen remained standing, and fighting having taken a hundred of their elite guard with them for this battle both queens were both disgusted, and proud of their guards performance, and failure. Proud that their swords were stained in the blood of the whores, but disgusted that they had fallen to such lowly cxnts. The 2 armies were still fighting day turned to night, to day turned night once more. The battle waged stretched on for weeks till their was nothing left. Only the clatter, and screech of their twin rival Falchions could be heard all across the once lush, and abundant field the dead could be seen forming into hills, mounds, and even mountains of dark, and fair skinned corpses joined together in blood, death, and suffering. Smoke, Fire, and ruin tainted the air. Jada, & Honora were choking just to breath their arms were trembling, and shaking, their blades were stained red, and both women
In the end, after a swift but fierce fight, having allowed a fierce rage and a slight regret for the spilled blood look her half sister in the eye gold, and blue locked, Elara Mara, & Ciara Thana buried to the hilt in between her half sisters boobs. As they fell forward they reached for each other, the pommels of their falchions like their tits brushing, and beating against each other. Head to head, eye to eye, nose to nose, tit to tit, on their knees the 2 queens, the 2 sisters, the 2 rivals clung to each other holding each other up. Honora, & Jada glared at each other, nose to nose and breathing in each other’s sweet dying breath. The women clinging to the other were face to face and tit to tit for a few minutes, their eyes locked together. The air between them was now full of the scent of their intermingled blood, piss, flesh, magic, sweat, and dying breath. For both women, the tension and heat in their fading hearts had grown to an unbearable level. It was finally time to begin the next, most intense part of their struggle. With trembling, and wavering hands Honora reached up and grabbed her half sisters white mane, pulling the woman’s head closer painfully her sister returned the grip. Jada, and Honora snarled at each other for a moment. Then she plunged her mouth forward and locked her sister into a sensual kiss, driving her tongue against that of her opponent.
She kissed back hungrily, both sisters stared intently into the others face; then, wordlessly, fully committed as they sealed their mouths together in a probing kiss. As their tongues wrapped together within their mouths, she began to stroke and explore her sister body, running her hands down to her ass and up her belly to the sides of her tits. The two women kissed hard, even as they began to slip away. The Elf, and Dark Elf Queens entangling their thighs and calves as tightly as she could. Both women pressed face to face, and stared into each other’s eyes. The warring women’s breath came in excited gasps, the tension in their bodies building rapidly. They panted into each other’s faces, and kept their gazes locked together.
The anger, hatred and pure lust that they each saw in the other’s eyes thrilled both women, and fed their will to keep fighting, The women tried to kiss for longer, but they could only lock their mouths together for seconds before their need for air forced them to break apart, gasping for breath. Instead, they placed their open mouths together, panting into each other, their tongues occasionally darting out to tangle together or lick the other’s lips. Finally her hands came up grasping her sisters enormous left tit stroking the pommel of her sword they both parted leaving a great string of saliva between their lips, and staining their teeth.
"I never hated you sister, my mother never taught me to hate you, despite what you may believe, but their is only one daughter, one woman, one bloodline, one species that is superior, my daughters, my granddaughters, my great granddaughters will never stop till your line ends root, and stem till every Elf/DarkElf is slain. I promise you this, no matter what it takes, they will see this done, no matter what peace is struck, no matter what war unleashed their shall never be a moment where your bloodline shall rest easy, I promise you sister, I promise."
"HONORA." "JADA."
As the 2 queens died in the arms of her sister, their mothers were quick to reach out to their daughters. The 2 Goddess of the High Elves, & Dark Elves cradled their daughters ensuring that their deaths were not in vain, the oaths sworn by their daughter would be honored, the vows spoken would be paid, and the line between elves, and dark elves was forever stained with the blood of their queens the daughters of their goddess, and every high elf, and dark elf was raised to hate, and seek the life of their rivals for their never would be peace till one side was extinct.
