Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Amera wasn't coming here to die. She wasn't even putting any of them in her eyes. She was now filled with endless anger and pain, to such an extent that even if the entire army stood in front of her she wouldn't be startled or stopped.

The moment she befell upon them, it was like doomsday happened to them. Her spear flashed all over the place and she didn't even show up her physique at all.

She kept jumping from one point to another, letting herself merge with the spear and penetrate through anybody.

No matter how big, how strong, or how many there were, she would instantly pass through a place and kill anyone there.

From far behind it appeared like a large whip of fire kept lashing right and left. Sparkles of fire appeared everywhere accompanied with loud bangs and screams of pain.

Doaf was trying to catch up with her with his fastest speed. Yet even before he could reach the first lines of the army, Amera had already delved deeply inside the deeper ranks.

"This… Has she gone insane?" Doaf couldn't help but sigh while taking out both swords and started to use his utmost techniques.

He knew how Amera was feeling at the moment. For him Arthur was his young master, a being he couldn't afford to let die or be injured.

But for Amera things were different. He didn't need the two to go on holding hands together to know what they had for each other.

He knew she already fell for him. Losing Arthur for her was like losing the meaning of life. Everything around lost its taste and value and that was the exact reason why she was recklessly acting like this.

She didn't have any consideration for herself anymore. If she would die now she wouldn't hesitate to embrace death in return for killing those who killed her man.

Yet Doaf still held hope, hope for his young master to still be alive. Despite his love didn't see that, he was still holding that weak thread of hope with all his might.

In fact he bet everything at such impossible looking odds. So he couldn't let Amera fight and risk herself like this without trying to help her.

If he failed to protect his young master, at least he could help in protecting his woman.

"Stay out of my way!"

And thus he ditched his early plan in slowly kiting the first lines of the enemy. He turned his blades and started moving towards the depth of the enemy ranks with steady steps.

He wasn't someone weak either. Coupled with all the burdens his shoulder was carrying, he was unstoppable.

And not long after, reinforcements arrived at last.

The arrival of the bronzed giant mages toppled the hardly balanced situation on the rear of that army.

These mages were already at the edge of explosion. They were the ones who witnessed their homeland getting overwhelmed, lost, and destroyed under their noses.

They watched, helplessly without being able to do anything. Then they saw what was going to happen to the cauldron world and understood everything.

They knew how they lost. Treason was the main weapon, but the master who waved that weapon was the real enemy.

And that enemy was here in front of them at last. All the emotions, frustration, and despair they welled up inside their souls had finally a way to be unleashed.

So when they had this chance, they didn't hesitate to come. They weren't any less mad than the two leaders up front. Each mage turned into a mighty lion who could rival a herd of deers on his own.

With a force in thousands, they could easily force their ways in the tens of thousand enemies standing in front of them as a welcome party.

"Good," Doaf turned to see what his mages were doing, "they are doing great!"

He turned his eyes towards the front. Despite ditching all security and trying to catch up with her, he couldn't reach her so far.

Amera was in a totally different league than anyone else, even him. The pain of losing her lover was so much different than losing a master.

And thus no matter how hard Doaf tried, Amera was always moving at the front, creating a distance that he couldn't cross at all.

But she wasn't in any danger yet. No one could stand against her spear or stop her attacks.

No matter where she went, death followed. Bodies littered the path she took and Doaf started to follow it.

If he couldn't get in touch with her, then at least he could help by securing her rear.

"Just go ahead," he muttered while killing any mage or monster who dared to try to flank her, "I'll keep your back safe for him."

Yet despite it seeming easy, it was really challenging after some time.

The more Amera and Doaf got deeper in the enemy lines, the broader the army became.

They were now surrounded by tens of thousands of mages. Attacks landed over the two like rain drops without pause.

And at some point the leaders of this army seemed to get so tired and annoyed by the two that they decided to attack them alongside their own forces.

As such many of the mages and monsters around started to fall not on Amera or Doaf's hands but thanks to friendly fire.

And that helped a lot in relieving stress over the two.

However the risk level rose up by many grades. Doaf knew the main issue now wasn't to attack, but to defend against such relentless attacks.

At some point the two couldn't continue pushing their way forward. The path to retreat was also blocked by an endless stream of attacks.

They were trapped!

"Damn!" Doaf saw this and couldn't help but curse. He turned all around while he ditched one sword a long time ago and raised a giant shield over his head to protect against all kinds of attacks.

However Amera seemed not to care about that. She kept moving around without any regard to her safety.

"At this rate…" Doaf felt deeply threatened and worried about her. He knew her pattern of attack depended on using fast movement to evade any incoming attack.