Of Monsters And Men (1)

The carnage had gone on for another 15 minutes, the scene now too bloody to discern who was who.

Several wooden crosses were spread out sporadically around the battlefield, the smell of burnt meat emanating from their framework.

The once visible orc heads were now drowned in thick coagulated blood, leaving only small patches of green visible at the top.

"It seems we're going to need something powerful to blow up the walls. Even Eleanour's Michael is unable to bring it down," mused Armin as he walked back to the group, a happy expression on his face.

His bishop attire was now painted red, and several blotches of blood lay dried on his face, giving him an almost carnal look.

"Michael, release," shouted Eleanour, prompting her mecha to disintegrate into glowing particles of dust that slowly spread out into the air.