Mighty Hammer Down
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Uritus turned to the sound of horns echoing across the field. He had been walking calmly past the men fighting for their lives, killing any who came too close. But the horns caught his attention. He turned around to see a haunting image that took his breath away. Rising above the Bhoor army were great beasts that stood as tall as buildings. They were gray, with bright white eyes that seemed to lack a soul. Even from a great distance he could sense their menacing nature. These things had no capacity for love or mercy; they were nothing but killing machines. He briefly wondered how such animals found mates.
One of the things arched its back and looked to the skies. It let out a terrible howl that caused the battle to almost cease as everyone turned in confusion. The howl was followed by a series of loud clicks that the other things repeated when they heard it. All of them began moving in unison, swatting Bhoor soldiers out of their way as they marched toward the front line.
He wondered for a moment if the Zidaoz had lied about the Dirujen not being a beast. The gigantic monsters wading through the Bhoors were certainly close to what he imagined the Dirujen would be, although for some reason he had pictured them to be red and with wings. Whatever the truth of the matter, the Zidaoz had discovered something beyond the southern wall, and apparently he was in control of them.
A man swung his sword at him but missed. He stretched out a hand and sucked the life from the man, sending his soul to Morendiir in a bright flash of light. He was quite pleased to see that the man was Medoran. He had finally made it far enough into the battle to see Medoran soldiers, and it was a pleasant change of scenery. It was becoming quite boring killing only Bhoors, and he was glad for the change.
He was trying to keep a low profile and not draw unnecessary attention to himself. It was hard enough to do so on the streets of Burnhamheade, but right in the middle of a violent battle it was much more difficult. There was no shadow where he could hide, and all eyes were drawn to him in his conspicuous black robes. This was the best plan though, since he was sure that Tannis Tirinius was somewhere on the field. Perhaps Rommus could escape him for now, but Tannis was a dead man. He picked up the sword the Medoran had dropped so that he could continue his killing more discreetly.
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