Battle For Ircron : Legendary Swordmasters

Only a small force had been sent out, their purpose was simple, but as was expected, they were met with resistance.

"Where did Miss Yuhu and Miss Latir-e-se even go?" Griar had seen the former blur and disappear, and the latter just ran off.

"Leave them be, and focus on the greeting party that just arrived" Lady Syklon, her hand on the handle of her sword, stared at the four minor lords accompanied by large golems built in the image of high orcs, especially the one leading the group, his pale and chipped blade propped against his shoulder.

The four minor lords exchanged a few words in the death tongue.

"The little one, it should be Syklon, the general told us not to engage with her" Alkayne, a zombie garbed in heavy armour, the dark sun represented on his chestplate, his right foot replaced with some sort of metal prosthesis, carrying a halberd, a cape that was originally a banner covering his back.