The Party [REDACTED]

Rallying Charge

     One simple phrase, one single word, yet with it, the world shot into motion.

     "Onward!" The battle cry was like the mighty explosion of a fireball. To the last remaining members of the Order of Elmdale, it was a drop of blood into water, and as hungry sharks, their bloodlust took control. Destroy. Conquer. Reclaim their home.

     Guardian Sofferenza held his moon-lit sword outstretched towards the Crimson Tower and as one, they charged. Elf suddenly found himself running, surrounded by Paladins and others clad in heavy armor. The clanking of Plate and the rustling of Chain momentarily distracting him from his racing heart. Could you believe it? Him? With more people like Dolore? Unthinkable. Lyriel and Sonya slipped their way through the sea of steel and found stride in step with him.

     A mere flick of her wrists and Lyriel's Soulblades formed from the night and fell into her hands, painting the streets with a faint lavender glow. As Sonya pulled her rapier from its sheathe, the quiet whispers of the dead grew louder, surrounding her in a deathly choir. All three of them glanced at each other, the fear in their eyes plainly visible, worried that this battle could be their last. But in that moment, it didn't matter. Caught up in the rush of emotions, they screamed in unison with the spearhead rushing straight for the Tower.