Disobeying Orders

Over on Wildmen clean up, Defender and I were in charge. Going inside of enemy territory has always been a thrill to me. Especially if we were going to spill some blood.

Spilling blood wasn't the only thing that thrilled me about tonight. My armor. Instead of silver and red, I wore Downpour's iconic blue and gray. Instead of wearing my skull shaped helmet, I wore a standard plain blue helmet.

Finch ordered me to lead an attack against a Wildmen outpost settled around the river. Well, that was the original plan.

While on our way to the outpost, my team broke off from Specter's team. When we left, we found a Wildmen raiding party.

"Look, actual Wildmen." I whispered.

"Warmonger, if those guys are on the way to attack the same base Specter is attacking, they will figure out there's a third faction in the mix." One of my fighters replied.

He had a point. There was no way Wildmen would attack each other if they're in the same front. Besides, Specter's team didn't look like a proper Wildmen pack.

No way they would suddenly shift to being mysterious overnight.

This was my decision. Was I going to disobey orders and attack these Wildmen? Or will I hope these guys were going somewhere else?

I wanted to believe they were going to a different place. But there was a lot of them. I could tell they weren't going to look for food, water was already right next to them, and that Downpour base was the only one around.

"Well?"

My team patiently waited for my command.

"It looks like about fifty against all twenty of us. Well, we're the best this region offers. I'd say its only fair if we let them have a chance." I confidently said.

I walked into their view. Then my entire team followed me.

"Going anywhere?" I made my voice lower to disguise myself.

"Hey, everybody! Look, it's those guys that want to kill us just because we won't kneel to them." The Wildmen leader began taunting us.

I challenged them. "Twenty Downpour soldiers right in front of you, ready for the slaughter. Now, are you man enough to strike?"

All of my fighters took out their weapons and prepared for the mess that's waiting to start.

"We never were the loquacious type." The leader was clearly getting aggressive.

Both sides stood still. Each of us waited for the other to make a move. Yet, the same ones who said they do little talking are the ones not doing much fighting.

They bored me. Nothing interesting went on. So I welcomed myself to the middle.

"COME FIGHT ME YOU COWARDS! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL OUT MYSELF IF YOU DONT GROW A PAIR!" My aggressive nature perfectly matched how overconfident a Downpour usually is.

Three Wildmen stepped forward to accept my challenge. Two of them had maces, the third had twin axes.

Their slow stepping turned into a confident sprint when they counted how many of them were attacking me. They split away from each other, a mace to my left and another to my right. And the double axe one in the middle.

I waited for them to swing their weapon at me. A mace came barreling towards my head. Out of instinct, I ducked under it. While I was lowering myself, I heard the mace land on something.

My eyes looked back up and saw the axe Wildman tumble down dead. They were in shock, my opportunity to attack.

I lifted the sword I had in my hand and cut the attacker's leg clean off. My hand twisted around his chest, then I spun around and threw the Wildman back into his original group.

The final Wildman tried to attack me while my back was turned. One of my fighters tackled the attacker down and got the kill.

I taunted them some more. "Is that it? Fine! Since my offers don't seem to go through your thick skulls, we'll attack. Gentlemen, RIP OUT THEIR THROATS!"

My team jumped into battle. How they did it made me proud to be in charge of their training. The first row of attackers pounced on the first row of Wildmen, the same one with their 'we're not the loquacious kind' leader.

"RETURN TO THE OUTPOST, RUN!" The leader yelled out in a panic.

Never thought someone who fought would give up this easily. All Wildmen began running away like a pack of animals.

"Go! They don't deserve to escape with their lives after challenging us!"

We chased after them. Wildmen ran like wild animals too, incredible. We'll have to put them down like animals too.

I chased them as well. Mostly because I wanted to take some of them down.

My fighters leaped on fleeing Wildmen like wild cats catching their prey. I was no different, except for the fact I didn't bother to take them down.

Specter wanted someone who could last in fights, and I fit that description. I pulled Wildmen out of their groups and tossed them to the floor so my fighters could finish them.

Or I would penetrate one or two, then shake them off my sword.

We diminished their numbers by the second. Then I took I moment to look up, and right there. My original target.

"STOP!" My voice cut through the footsteps of all the running Wildmen.

All of my fighters slowed themselves down. Whoever had a kill in their hands finished them and stood up-straight to listen.

"Look at them, they're in fear. Let's loosen their grip here, shall we?"

Once the surviving Wildmen got close enough to their outpost, they turned around to defend against us.

From inside the outpost, reinforcements walked out with wood shields and spears.

We all got into a line and prepared to push them off the outpost. This always was DRT territory, and despite us dressing up as either faction, this will remain DRT territory.

I gave the go-ahead. "And here's to round two!"

With all our fury and disgust, we began our final attack.

The first line of attackers kicked their shields aside, letting the second line to rush through. I walked with the second line inside.

After I got inside, I turned and grabbed the back of a Wildman and dug my sword deep into his back. I lifted my foot and pressed down on the Wildman's body to retrieve my weapon.

I began looking around for more targets, then realized something. All the defenders were there to buy time for the rest to escape, not to fight us off.

Out of anger, I spun around and punched a Wildman hard enough to snap their neck like a twig.

"Looks like they ran." One of my fighters pointed out the obvious.

"Don't matter, we still got what we wanted, I guess. Those will keep spread the word. Just what Finch wants."

Yeah, this was all part of the original plan. Tonight, we killed two birds with one stone.