Sweat glistened on the Orcs bare chests as they marched steadily through the vast forest of Athel Loren. Their choppas glinted in the sun and behind them row upon row of goblins pushed and shoved noisily, clutching blunt spears, sharpened sticks or anything else they had found. To their left and right hoards of wolf and spider riders charged in disorganised, snaking lines. Occasionally a goblin would steer round a tree badly and end up colliding head first with the bark.

Towards the front of the line, sat a huge, muscular Orc atop a ferocious boar, This Orc, known as Urk the Orc (Orc parents aren't the most original for naming) was the leader of this enormous band of Orcs and Goblins. Several days ago he had suddenly felt compelled to gather all his forces and attack the Wood Elves, elves whom he had never fought before and knew nothing about. He just had a strange feeling it was necessary.

Suddenly a scream shattered Urk's train of thought. Behind him a goblin fell with a soft thump to the floor, an elven arrow between his eyes. There was a moment of silence. Followed by a tumultuous roaring and clashing of metal upon as the green skins broke rank and charged through the trees.

They were met by hails of arrows, from all sides, decimating ranks and sniping out riders from their mounts. Figures dressed in camouflage flitted between the trees loosing arrows into the fray. Wardancers spun into the battle, weaving, jumping and flipping through a unit of orcs leaving a ribbon of crimson blood.

The pounding of hooves could be heard as a battalion of Glade riders charged straight through a unit of Night goblins and out the other side, little green bodies still impaled on their spears.

Urk could see the fight was going badly, "Bring in the Black orcs!" he yelled whilst slicing through one of the glade guard who wasn't quite quick enough. A enormous unit of Black Orcs clanked into the battle, crushing war dancers to pulp and grabbing glade riders who came past, ripping their heads from their bodies.

From between trees Urk noticed a figure in white rubbing her hands together and slowly stroking the trees. Each one seemed to quiver as she touched them, shaking their branches and almost stretching their wooden limbs.

A goblin dropped his spear in terror as the trees around him began to rake the battle ground with their long gnarled fingers. Scooping up goblins, orcs and spiders and tossing them into the air. Dryads stabbed forwards with their twisted limbs, going straight through the heads of their enemies.

The black orcs stood, confused for a moment, as the trees around them, which had previously just been scenery, began to smash their way through the Black Orc unit. "Night Goblins! Get rid of dem Trees!" Urk roared whilst his boar charged uncontrollably through a dryad, crushing it into kindling.

Meanwhile Naestra, the girl dressed in a white robe, her face covered by a white veil, her feet protected by perfect white ballet shoes, stepped out into the battle green and purple energy swirling around her. She unleashed a green jet of energy, frying a goblin in front of her. Whispering her apologies, tears starting to streak her face she blasted another goblin and then a third mounted on a wolf.

She turned to see one of her Treemen screech in pain as it ran through the battle aflame. Crushing friend and foe alike with its enormous feet before falling, dead, to the ground. The Night Goblins giggled and hooted, grabbing more flaming torches and heading towards a lone dryad.

Suddenly from beside her, Naestra heard a roar as a Black Orc charged at her, axes held high. She stood, petrified, unarmed, and too afraid to use her magic.

With a defiant yell a woman dressed in green shot from the trees and deftly sliced the orc's head from his body and his body from his legs, using two short daggers. Arahan laughed callously wiping the blood off her blade and turning to her frightened sister.

"Naestra!" She barked, "You must be more careful!"

"Forgive me Arahan," Naestra mumbled, "I was caught off guard."

"The Eternal Guard on our western flank." Arahan snarled, cutting down a night goblin who came too close for her liking.

"What?" Naestra asked, unable to understand Arahan over the cacophony of battle, cries of victory and shrieks of defeat, metal on metal and horses, wolves and spiders racing through the undergrowth.

"The Eternal Guard needs assistance!" Arahan hissed, annoyed that Naestra was taking so long and preventing her from carving through another orcs skull.

Naestra nodded and Arahan immediately sprinted back into the battle cutting down two orcs who tried to double team here. Raising her fingers to her lips Naestra whistled a single, piercing note. Then she stood silently watching the sky. A slight wind picked up and then it create larger and larger, coming in great booming gusts. Finally Naestra spotted what she wanted, slowly descending into the forest. An enormous, green, winged, ferocious beast: a forest dragon.

Both the green skins and the wood elves themselves stopped fighting for a moment as they gazed in wonder at the dragon. The dragon lowered its head and nuzzled into Naestra, not relenting until she gave it a stroke on the nose. Naestra smiled, happy to see her friend after so long.

She climbed skilfully onto the dragons back and itched his favourite spot causing him to twitch his leg in a dog like fashion, nonchalantly crushing a spider rider who was travelling just underneath. The dragon slowly began to flap his wings and they were lifted into the air, the wind coming off them throwing soldiers across the forest floor.

Rising into the sky, she could see the entire battle raging below her; Wardancers and orcs locked in deadly combat; Glade riders and wolf riders racing furiously alongside one another; Black orcs carving their way through lines of mysterious dryads; Glade Guard shooting spider riders from their mounts and then disappearing back between the trees; Night Goblins attacking Treemen and the smell of bonfire that was released from it.

Urk wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked up into the sky at the magnificent dragon. "Oi shortie!" he yelled to a nearby goblin, "How come I don't get one of them flying buggers?"

Meanwhile in a desert, miles away from Athel Loren, Lutiana was marching unrelentingly forwards. A smile played across her lips. This world had no idea what she was about to unleash.

I hope you liked the fight
I was going to write a really long chapter
But instead decided to write more shorter chapters
So I can update faster and keep you all entertained… hopefully
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