The Legion Comes...
The Demons surged forward, marching over the dead bodies towards their surviving enemies. The few men who remained fought as hard as their worn bodies would allow. Over the screams of death and the clash of combat, a retreat was called. The remaining men fell back to the top of the knoll. There, a man was organizing the last resistance. Under his command, the men were finally making a difference. The archers began to focus on the doomguard above, making them drop one, then two, then three at a time. The soldiers, no longer needing to focus on the skies above, began to push the felguard back. Eredar began to fall as the various remaining wizards and mages focused on them. The lead infernal however, continued to push on, mowing through the men as if they were nothing. One man turned toward the beast only to recieve a hit in the face that made him fly back twenty yards.
The one leading the last resistance charged up to the infernal himself. He muttered a few quick words under his breath as his sword began to glow with a blue hue. As he first swung at the beast, none of them men had any hope that the sword would even penetrate the beast's stone body, yet the sword passed through the stone with ease, causing a fount of green flame to erupt from within the infernal. The infernal turned around and swung at the man with rage, only to have half his hand fall off from the blue sword. The leader however had not emerged unscathed from the swing. Some of the infernal's fist managed to his his left arm, impacting with such force that his forearm had snapped backwards, revealing the crimson covered bone. With one last swing however, the infernal's green flame went out as it collapsed into a pile of rubble.
This minor victory gave hope to the few remaining men. With most of the doomguard gone, the archers returned to firing at the eredar and felguard. The Legion's soldiers dropped scores at a time, almost giving way entirely to the new push.
Yet as the last one fell, and the men began to look hopeful, a tremendous howl filled the air. Off in the distance, seven infernals, appearing only as green balls of flame could be seen falling toward the ground, with an endless horde of demons right behind them. Yet further still, only a shadow amongst the Burning Legion, a figure so terrifying, so dreadful, that all the men on the battlefield knew their fate was sealed, could be seen pushing the demons forward. For there was no man, no army anywhere in the known universe that could stand against Archimonde the Defiler!
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