Nectu looked at the armies that marched towards his castle. Nectu raised his right hand. All the troops in front of him trapped inside the pit, and some of them stabbed into the spike. “Hold!” Kenu glared at Nectu.
“You were my friend, Nectu!” Kenu gritted on his teeth. “Give up! You already surrounded!”
“I won’t, Kenu.” Nectu sighed. He cast a spell. All the dead armies start to attack Kenu’s troops. Sounds of the drum being beaten, he dropped his crutches and started to dance as he cast the spell.
The pit starts to sink. Chaos ensued at Kenu’s side. Almost half of his troops were killed in their action. After an hour, Nectu stops. The pit expands. He smirks.
All the archers still in their positions. “Fire!” All Nectu’s archers start shooting their arrows. Kenu clenched his jaw.
“Nectu!” Kenu took out his swords, then rode his horse as he tries to avoid millions of arrows.