The mages became useless after being terrified. They huddled together in a safe corner and refused to participate in the battle. No matter how many times Barika shouted and threatened them. They just refused to obey to him. Gone was the prideful look in their eyes. It was replaced by restlessness and fear.
Barika scorned the mages and no longer paid any heed to them. Although seeing them in that state made him felt good, he had urgent matters to attend to do. "Send out the signal!" he roared as he approached those who were tasked in calling for reinforcements.
"B-but, we still need to w-wait...for the enemy army to f-fully commit to the siege," one of them responded albeit with difficulty as they cowered in fear of from the gaze of the commander who was blazing with anger.
"Wait my ass! If we wait any longer then by the time they get here, we already have been overrun." He grabbed the one who responded by the neck and raised him up. Barika brought the poor fellow close to his face as he roared. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other. The poor lad's eyes were shaking in fear.
He was afraid that in his anger, the commander would end him right then and there.
"S-send out the signal," he directed to his comrades as a call for help.
The signal was sent out.
Ishaq already had his army prepared. He had already received words of the invaders assaulting the fort in huge numbers from their scouts. The entire army was just waiting for his orders to begin the march.
Khao'khen was busy observing the battle when Sakh'arran came by his side.
"Chief, the Rakshas are starting to get restless. They are asking when they will join the battle," he asked with worry. Although the Rakshas were one of their most disciplined warriors, their current state was somewhat bothersome. They hunger for battle and with a good fight just in front of them; Sakh'arran was worried that they wouldn't be able to hold themselves back anymore.
Khao'khen can't help but chuckle and shake his head. He was well-aware of what was going on in the minds of the Rakshas. "Tell them that this day won't end without them tasting blood," he responded.
Sakh'arran nodded his head and went to relay the words of the chieftain. Khao'khen's words appease the Rakshas who quieted down but the eagerness in their faces to join in the fray was still etched on their faces.
An hour more into the fight, riders from the Warghen Cavalry who were dispatched to scout came with the news that another army was on their way to the battlefield. Khao'khen acknowledged the information then headed towards the Rakshas.
Atop his trusty steed, he stopped in front of them.
"No fair, I also want to fight that creature." Isma complained. They all felt that there was someone among the enemy cavalry who was far stronger than any of those monsters that was heading towards them based on the amount of energy that it was radiating.
"Just be content with those for now," Ishaq replied.
Isma knew what the commander meant and turned his gaze towards the incoming enemy army.
The Rakshas battle line began stretching to match the battle line of their foes. They formed a form orc deep formation as they move.
"It looks like the enemy cavalry intends to deny us of any flanking maneuver," Sakh'arran said after noticing the enemy cavalry separating from the main body of the army.
"We will lure them as far away from the battlefield as possible." Khao'khen replied as he led them further and further away.
Ishaq noticed that the enemy cavalry seemed to lead them far away as possible from the battlefield but what can he do but follow after them. He can't let them out of his sights. Ignoring them and letting them do us they want would give them the chance to strike at his army as they desired.
Ordering the soldiers, Isma and Menna had their hands full after the clash began. At the beginning they forced the invaders to be on the defensive as they pushed them back with the sheer weight of their numbers. The orcs were losing ground continuously at the start of the clash but that didn't take long for them to stabilize their formation and began fighting back.
Isma and Menna gave out orders for them to try and flank their foes after noticing how they were unwilling to spread themselves out. They thought that the flanks of the enemy army were the breakthrough but they were so wrong. The ogres who were unmoving began their slaughter as they protected the flanks of the orcs.
"Sh*t, these guys are tough," Isma cursed under his breath as he joined the fray. He knew that leaving everything to their soldiers would be far etched wish of his after seeing how well the orcs performed.
With the two of them joining the battle, the fight became a little bit stable on their side and they were able to fight back. Any orc that came close to them were met with powerful strikes that would send them reeling back in pain or with severe wounds.
The fight went on but something was amiss. Isma and Menna were confused about the amount of enemies throwing themselves at the two of them. It was common sense on the battlefield to try your best to avoid the strongest fighters of the enemy army after identifying them to live and fight longer. But the current situation was the very opposite.
The two were giving it their all but there was really something wrong with the situation. All the orcs seemed to be heading towards where they were on the battlefield. They were all trying their best to get themselves to fight the two strongest warriors on the side of the Ereians.
Isma and Menna were thoroughly confused and they can't quite understand what was going on. The orcs kept on coming and seemed to be not interested in fighting their soldiers at all.
"What the heck is going on?" Isma can't help but roar due to his frustration. The orcs kept on coming towards him without end.