First Five Attacks

Two weeks is enough time to clean out another faction, at least that's what I thought.

Downpour and Wildmen have been attacking each other non-stop. Neither side has done enough damage for them to be even more serious about their conflict.

And that's why when Edward's scouts brought back five zones that we could attack and frame the other.

We all agreed to attack tonight. Our preparation for this event was already complete, we just needed to dress up as their enemy.

Specter, Edward, and I painted ourselves a mud-green color. Wherever we could, we wrapped something in tape.

For me, my armor was mostly mud-green. I chose my right arm to wrap in tape.

And when night arrived, we all took our teams and split off in our own directions. I went to take on a base above Bear's Den called Griffin's Rest.

I didn't have many people in my team. We knew the risk we were taking was immense, and our chances of success were slim to none. But it's either we leave behind a sour impact on both sides than letting them find us and kill us all.

While on the way up to Griffin's Rest, I noticed how unusually quiet the entire peak was. I was expecting more moving around, Downpour sending out soldiers to attack Wildmen under the night's blanket.

I brushed that off for now.

"There's our target. Everyone listen up, I want our baddest to ram that gate right there. Shooters, set the night ablaze and delay their reaction. We'll rush in all at once after that." I whispered over to my team.

A large, faceless volunteer separated themselves from the rest of us. Their armor barely reflected any moonlight.

They pounded their chest once and set themselves to ram the gate.

I fixed my gaze onto the shooters I had with me. Their arrow's embers dimly flickered in the dark covering.

"Go!"

I gave the go-ahead. No turning back now, whatever happens next will be up to our luck.

The volunteer charged full speed against the gate. Half a second later, broken but not shattered wood echoed throughout the base. Not wanting to risk anything else, the volunteer took out a hammer specifically made for breaking weak gates.

"Fire!"

Each time an archer let go of their arrow, a giant pointy death torch took flight.

An alarm went off from within the base. We were now fully engaging.

The gate shattered and the structures inside were barely damaged. I bet we could've dealt more damage if we spat at the stone cold structures.

My team began charging at the gate. It looks like we delayed the Downpour soldiers enough to punch through the gate.

Now that we were inside, Downpour soldiers greeted us with fury. Every unlucky volunteer up front was carelessly slaughtered. The second wave gave us breathing room.

I marched inside and began taking care of whoever was around me with the curved dagger.

From above I bet it looked like we were winning, but the truth was the opposite.

My men were being put down like animals in a slaughterhouse. I was the only one doing well.

I realized this way too late, somebody snuck up from behind me and kicked the back of my knee. Making me stumble onto the ground.

Confused and defenseless, I looked around. Downpour soldiers surrounded me.

"You Wildmen suddenly looking good? Your motto, what was it now? 'At any moment we can die, we'll make it look good?' If so, tell us how do you find such good looking armor?" A soldier taunted me.

Despite my hatred for Downpour, I had to admit. They are good at being ignorant. They didn't notice one critical thing about my armor: its original purpose wasn't to handle heavy hits. But to handle the person inside.

Meaning I could be as rough with it was I wished.

Specter taught me to hold back all of my anger and release it all at once. I knew something like this would happen, so I started saving up my anger a while back.

The Downpour soldier got closer and closer to me. Their steel blade reflected the moon's mystical light.

Suddenly, a great sense of anger, rage. Took control of me. I didn't feel like this ever since the attack inside of the stronghold.

Being too overconfident drove that poor idiot down to their death. I grappled onto their sword and forced it out of their hands. Something metal was beginning to bend.

That only made my grip tighter. My strength caught the Downpour by surprise. They let go of their weapon, allowing me to teach them what their leaders forgot to teach.

"ALWAYS DISARM YOUR FUCKING ENEMIES BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THEM!" I angrily yelled out to them.

With one hand, I bashed the side of the sword's handle behind the Downpour's ear. I had enough force to knock them back onto another Downpour member.

The rest came to attack me with no hesitation. Hit after hit, I resisted the pain. No. I embraced it. The more they hit me, the more I wanted to lash out.

I winded up for another hit with the sword. Once I found my target, I raised it over my head and smacked down with it.

The handle went right into their skull. I couldn't get it out.

Another Downpour tackled me onto the ground. They quickly swarmed me, kicks and punches landed on me repeatedly.

I gathered whatever strength I had left and forced the one who tackled me to lose their grip on me. That worked well, I had a perfect shot at kicking them in the stomach hard enough to crush whatever their insides.

"Here's another listen, fear the DR... I mean fear the Wildmen!" I quickly corrected myself.

My dagger was still in my pocket from the last time I grabbed it. I took it out and began jabbing at everyone's legs. That didn't work too well, only four fell.

But that was enough to let me get back up.

This time, I got back up with a strong taste for blood.

Downpour tried to strike me again, but they didn't learn their lesson from the first time. I carelessly shrugged the sword jab away and smacked their arm away at full force.

Something cracked, it didn't sound like armor. But more like bones.

My eyes looked down on an axe they had. I quickly took it before the soldier fell all the way down.

Four came to attack me at once. My armor prevented their hits from affecting me, until they ripped off something very important.

The layer on the back of my neck. My weakest point was now exposed.

I swung the axe around furiously. Four more soldiers dead. The rest were stumbling backwards.

"GO! RUN! TELL YOUR HIGHER-UPS WHO IS HERE TO CLAIM THIS REGION! THE WILDMEN!" My voice sounded more intense than before.

Just like good little servants, they all fled the base.

My job was done, but at the cost of lives.