Capítulo 11: Chapter 11 - Clash of Swords
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~Alexzander 3rd POV~
"Alex are these reports accurate?" Adriel asks after receiving the newest scout reports.
"As we can get them" Alexzander responds with a grin, which is soon matched by Adriel.
During the small attack executed by Alexzander and Ahote on the Dothraki tribe to kill their Witches, Ahote found some extremely valuable reports.
Those reports gave a fairly detailed description of the Dothraki's upcoming movements. Which mainly consists of them evacuating their current camp site for a new one due to all the attacks they've received.
"I even had a few of our fastest scouts watch the Dothraki, and sure enough they are preparing to move the entire camp" Alexzander explains further.
"This is good...very good" Adriel mutters already coming up with some sort of plan in his mind. "If we attack them when they are unprepared and on the move, we might just finally wipe out the Dothraki"
"That was my thinking aswell" Alexzander agrees pulling out a map. "From what I can gather they will eventually cross this clearing here" Alexzander points out a large clearing that's practically surrounded by forests and vegetation. "It will make for a perfect ambush spot" Alex finishes.
"Hmm, we can even flank them and attack from behind, plus with Ahote leading the archers in the forests. It's practically certain we'll win" Adriel adds.
"Yea, plus due to all the allied tribes sending some men over, we're nearly on equal grounds in terms of numbers"
"How long till they are ready to leave" Adriel asks referring to the Dothraki.
"About 5 nights" Alexzander estimates.
"That's more then enough time to prepare" Adriel says more to himself then to Alex, "Can you fetch Ahote, we'll be needing him"
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The coming days were filled with anxiety and anticipation as all of the allied tribes finally band together to March upon the threat of the Dothraki. The numbers aren't quite as even as Alexzander originally believed, as it turns out the Dothraki as it stands out number the allied tribes 2 to 1.
The Dothraki has a total number of 5,000 people, making it possibly the biggest tribe in the lands, thankfully only 4,000 or close enough to it are actual combatants.
But compare to the Allied Tribes 2,000 warriors they are out numbered to a great deal. Thanks to Alexzander there still a chance of victory, using his discovery of sword creation using raw materials like bronze the Allied Tribes are much better armed. They've also received training and they have been taught how to fight as a group. This is what gives Alex faith that they'll win as trained militia is far better then what the Dothraki have.
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~Night before The Ambush~
"Alright everyone gathered?" Adriel's quietly asks Alexzander, as he watches his army prepare to march out. It was Ahote's idea to leave during the night so they can attack tomorrow at around mid day when The Dothraki would be tired from a day of walking.
"All 2,000 of them" Alex tells his friend.
Adriel lets out a sigh, "Alright we'll divid the forces up now to avoid confusion". Alexzander nods in agreement and gestures for Ahote to come closer to the two Alpha's.
"So I'll be leading the main force" Adriel begins pointing towards the map, "and I'll attack them head on"
It was agreed before hand that as the leader of the Allied Tribes Adriel would lead them into battle. Most of Adriel's tribe and pack are also apart of the main force, it consists of nearly 1,500 capable warriors.
"Alex you'll be here with your Wardogs" Adriel points to another point of the map, that's covered in long grass and dense woods. Alex's force consists of about 500 men and some wolfs.
Alexzander and his Wardogs are to bide their time in the forest and await for the Dothraki and Adriel to clash first before attack from their right hand side towards the end of the Dothraki band.
"Lastly Ahote, you'll be up upon this hill hiding in plain sight" Adriel finishes. Ahote has the smallest squad of close to 200, all of whom are archers. The archers are mostly the young warriors who signed up to fight it was to keep them reasonably safe.
"Now shall we get a move on?" Adriel asks with a tired smile.
Ahote grins cheekily, "Let's go kick some ass"
"LETS MOVE OUT!" Roars Adriel, and with that the planning is over and its now time for action.
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When the day breaks the next morning all three groups lead by their respective leaders are prepared for the upcoming battle against the Dothraki. Most of the wolfs a packed full of energy ready to unleash themselves upon an enemy whose been threading their way of life for the last couple of months. The rest whom are normal humans are filled with courage ready to charge down the Dothraki who've killed and raided their people.
Alexzander himself stands with his wardogs hidden by long grass and the forest itself awaiting for the signal to attack. He himself can of course see out and into the field of which the battle will take place upon, and so is ready to charge at a moments notice.
It's then his heighten werewolf sense can lick up the faint sound of horse l's stomping along the ground. "Ready your arms" he says above a whisper knowing his men shall hear him.
Alexzander has to remind himself what the plan was to stop himself from charging into the battle immediately when The Dothraki and Adriel's group clash.
He knows that his group have to attack last. First Adriel will attack the front and draw all the attention, which is currently happening before Alex's eyes. Next up is Ahote and his archers on top of the hill whom will rain down fire to decimate the rather up protected Dothraki. Then finally it's Alexzander's group that will charge in from flank and force the Dothraki to decide their forces and weakening them further.
Untimely Alexzander knows this is the best plan, but he still struggles to hold himself back from fighting along side Adriel his brother in all but blood.
He's taking out of his mussing as he watches a hail of arrows impale the Dothraki, much to their visible shock. It's understandable of course in this Era organisation in the field of battle like this just doesn't happen.
"Get ready to charge" Alex himself draws his sword and focuses of his Wolf senses they'll serve him well in battle. Soon He see's the third hail of arrows hit the Dothraki, which was the signal Adriel, Ahote and himself agreed upon days earlier.
"CHARGE!"
With a burst of speed Alexzander leads the charge towards his enemy, with his men following a few paces behind.
He makes it to the Dothraki before they even know what's going on. As Alex cuts down his first opponent and feels the blood slash on his arms and face, the world begins to blur as he becomes a God of War and tears through any Dothraki that get within his reach.
Alexzander's men follow his lead, but stick together while Alex goes off mostly alone. As a group they deal plenty of damage so much so that Ahote and visibly see them gaining ground and the dead body's in their wake.
Alex on the other hand clears a path, and soon makes to the centre of the battle field where Adriel is seemingly dualist the leader of the Dothraki.
The world slows down as Adriel is forced a step back, where a member of the Dothraki steps forward with a bag of some sort and tosses a handful of powder into his face.
Adriel's skin visibly heats up like it's being burnt, causing him to lower his guard and claw at his face. Alex can see the sickly smile of the Dothraki's leaders face as he stabs Adriel right in his chest while he's still stunned, The blade goes right through and sticks out of Adriel's back.
Alexzander can feel it, something clawing within him to get out. It's much more powerful then this inner Wolf that has since merged with himself.
He can feel it roaring in primal fury and clawing desperately to get out.
Alexzander feels it and welcomes it, he closes his eyes and simply lets it out.
~End~
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