Vol. 2 Chapter 31 - Here Stands the ‘wolf’.. Who Will it Be!?!?

A.D. 877 Near Mercia-KoTRoNM Border, Mercian Ealdorman's 'War-Camp'

/pov 3rd-Person/

The year.. eight hundred.. seventy.. and.. seven.. final day of summer.. on the morrow.. winter will be upon us.. winds will 'cool'.. any crops left 'unharvested' by the 'peasantry'.. will slowly but inevitably wither..

'Common-folk' will be forced.. to begin eating less and less 'vittles'.. day by day.. as their winter 'stock'.. they had 'stored' or may have not 'stored'.. of food.. slowly dwindles.. as the meat.. slowly.. starts shedding.. right from their bones.. as if evaporating.. dis-appearating.. finally to nothingness..

Anywho, on this day.. at this time.. an overwhelming battle.. which will be known.. from this day.. til.. the end of days.. as the 'wolf's'.. first.. true.. large-scale.. epic.. engagement-in-warfare..

One like the ones.. 'famous' songs.. are sung.. by well-known Skalds.. and spreaded.. by nobles.. and 'common-folk'.. alike.. one 'famous' song.. 'title'd'.. 'the wolf.. will hunt..'

Was 'pertaining'.. to this.. very battle.. on this.. very day.. very year.. on these.. very grounds.. where.. the.. very 'wolf'.. stalks.. divides.. weakens.. chases.. tires.. surrounds.. and.. penultimately.. slays.. and.. devours.. his prey..

He shall.. massacre.. his enemies.. all his enemies.. who.. face him.. on this.. day.. in his.. newest.. 'hunting-grounds'.. 'known' as.. Mercia..

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/pov MC/

I look across the field.. the future field-of-battle.. where.. I shall.. truly.. take my first.. true.. step.. into 'eternal-glory'.. my first.. step onto.. my saga.. my trilogy.. my story.. my journey.. my voyage.. into.. becoming.. truly 'immortal.. forever.. to be known.. long after my bones.. have faded.. turning to dust.. scattered by.. the winds.. of time.. remember'd for all time.. by all..

"Gren.. Stein.. Lyketh.. Loryth.. Rypyrgh.. with me.." I say out loud.. without turning.. my head from the field.. locking my 'sight'.. dead on my prey.. my personally selected.. 'vittles' for the day

"Aye!" I hear five of the same replies.. at the same time.. then we 'stalked'.. across the open field.. right towards the Ealdorman.. waiting.. to speak.. with.. the 'wolf'.. and five of his.. Varangian's..

The most brutally trained.. raised.. orphans.. with no ties.. cept'.. the one.. to the 'wolf'.. they solely.. owe to him.. and all of his blood.. prepared to die.. more than prepared to kill.. for their 'liege-lord'.. and those of his blood.. the 'Royal-New-Mongolian-Family.. I have.. so 'moniker'd'..

"Ealdorman.. greetings to you all!.. on this most.. 'auspicious'.. 'glorious'.. 'meant-for-battle' day.. almost sent to us.. by all the gods.. as if.. the 'old'.. and the 'new' gods.. them very selves.. took it upon.. themselves.. to send.. to us.. all.. each and every.. one of us.. as if wanting us to die.. in their names.. this very day.. on these.. very grounds.. at this.. very.. .. time.. thats.. how I feel.. What!.. .. Say you men!" I ask them.. yelling the question.. after I talked about how 'good' a day it was to die.. as I stare at all them.. staring at.. their.. entire army.. staring with eyes.. looking as if.. questioning.. begging.. to be attacked.. so I could.. proceed to 'eat'.. and 'devour'.. today's meal..

"We do not want to be your enemy.. 'wolf'.. I want my daughter.. returned safely back to her home.. there's no need to meet.. our respective 'god'.. or 'gods'.. for that matter.. this day.. what say you..? 'wolf'..? We have four times your numbers.. you may even win.. but still.. at what price.. just return my daughter.. pay for the food my men.. have eaten.. over this 'cold-war'.. what say you..?" The weasel Offa says looking at me.. as if he is.. anything other than.. my 'prey'

"Hmm.. is that all?.. if so.. there's no longer need.. in speaking.. whatsoever.. here.. is my offer.. me.. alone.. on foot.. you all send ten.. ten of your best.. I see five 'respective'.. Ealdorman here.. that gives you fifty.. quite the advantage.. against only me.. all of of your men.. only have to do.. is slay me.. every man.. in your armies.. will be 'immortalized'.. as the men.. who were part.. of the army.. who slew.. the 'wolf.. .. that is my final offer to you.. I give you till.. the sun.. reaches it's.. zenith.. that is how long.. no longer.. if you wish.. you can make it shorter.. just order a full 'charge'.. good day.. and may you make peace with your god.. for this day.. you could end up being.. dispatched.. to all of you's here's.. 'heaven'.. personally.. by my hand.. on this very day.." I finish saying.. feeling utterly.. glorious.. my acting lessons.. have finally.. paid-off..

I returned to the front.. standing.. leading.. my 'thousand-hounds'.. as I like to call them.. shout-out Senju clan.. naruto.. if you don't know what that means.. sorry.. I don't know how to help you..

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/pov Ealdorman Offa/

"We can win.. fifty.. fucking fifty.. of our best.. against one man.." I hear Ealdorman Brynygthyr saying.. for the fourth time..

"No.. I will not risk it.. we issue a 'full-charge'.. do it now.. we can't wait any longer.. what's.. that..? O.. o no.. it's a trap.. get our men behind the fortifications now!.. gods it's too late.. the earths.. shaking.. cavalry.. too many.." I hear Ealdorman Aethelred saying..

Fuck.. it was a trap.. the cause for the vibrations.. felt through the entire camp.. just emerged.. bursting out of the treelines.. on both sides of the field.. two seperate groups.. a hundred cavalry to each.. all armor'd.. soldiers and horses alike.. something I've never seen before.. akin to iron behemoths.. both groups.. pincering.. flanking on both sides..

Of our men.. my men.. the men of Mercia.. dear god..the sons.. fathers.. of all my land.. all my common-folk.. who I was supposed to protect.. I've been a fool.. Meredith.. Gisela.. my wife.. my daughter.. father is sorry.. to fail you..

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/pov Aeric/

Ah… something 'glorious' bout.. battle.. true battle.. not thirty.. versus thirty.. no.. a true battle.. is a thousand.. versus four times.. their numbers.. I pierce another eye.. my spear.. finds the back.. of another enemy's skull.. and penetrates through.. exiting out.. leaving another corpse.. falling.. never to rise again..

"With me..! 'Hounds'!.. to m'lord..!" I shout.. kicking my feet.. gently prodding my steed.. letting him know.. it's time.. to enter.. to sprint.. to charge into battle.. chest thumping.. hearts beating.. pumping blood.. and 'adrenaline' my lord calls it..

He says a true.. 'Grand-Master'.. can freeze time.. relying on his honed senses.. slowing his enemies attacks.. to pace of a snail.. a 'Grand-Master'.. can enter and exit.. this 'heightened-senses' ability.. by free will.. and control of 'thought' alone..

I've seen what the 'wolf'.. can do.. he has no reason.. to lie to me.. he says.. all I gotta do.. is keep 'pushing'.. and 'pushing' myself.. everyday.. eventually.. I'll make it to that level.. I will try..