The battle started, between a leader and his army. An opportunity no army would want to pass off, the chance to defeat their teachers or leaders.
The entire Alliance drew out their weapons, swords, mallets, axes, scythes and throwing weapons. Rogues used their abilities; flight, energy balls, invisibility. Sorcerers conjured up spells, Shapeshifters chose their forms.
The healers in charge of helping the rebuilding, watched from within the fortresses, with knowing expression. There would be alot of healing and they were certain of it.
They charged at Vasquez and Nightshade at once, unaware of what was at stake, their abilities to walk and their blood.
Vasquez exhaled, pulling his hood over his head, he glanced at Uravis who watched the Alliance coming towards where they stood at full speed and strength, Without a single plan in mind. And he had an expression he could recognized anywhere.