Clash

Aszer's eyes burned with fury as the weight of betrayal sank deep into his core. His chest heaved, and his ki swirled around him like a raging storm, making the air around him almost unbreathable. The ground trembled under his feet. 

"You've all chosen to betray me!" he roared, his voice filled with venom. "Then you will all die together!" 

His ki flared brighter, rippling outward in a force so intense that the soldiers stumbled back, their breath caught in their throats. The pressure alone was enough to crush weaker men. In a flash, Aszer's spear whipped forward, a trail of death following behind it as soldiers were sliced down where they stood, their bodies falling like leaves in autumn. 

The air filled with the sickening sound of steel piercing flesh, of screams cut short.

"Fall back!" Aric commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. 

"Retreat!" 

Ysir, with her eyes sharp and narrowed, glanced at her own soldiers.