The bronze man zeroed in on the necromancer's position and charged in full sight of the half-orc's peripheral vision. Bringing the warhammer up and over his head, Lazheros struck with the sound of an ear shattering thunderclap against the chest of Barakas. The half-orc gasped staggering backwards. His concentration broken and the summoned monster literally fell to the ground in pieces. The necromancer struggled to maintain his footing but slipped on the slick blood soaked earth. Shouting in draconic with a religious fervor, the warhammer slammed one final time sent the half-orc into the hereafter, *wux re vanquished, marfedelom arcanissar!*

Translation:: "You are vanquished, NECROMANCER!"

When the bone monster shattered into a million pieces, both Birch and Irzen gave an audible gasp as they collapsed upon the ground relieved to know that the battle was finally over!

The battle for Northaven was over and the remnants of the horde fled back down the valley, what was left of them. Mandur grabbed his horn and blew it three times signalling that the battle has ended. A cry of cheers echoed throughout the valley and the surrounding area.

Ragged and worn, the Drow Swordsman stumbled to his feet, brandished his sword aloft and screamed at the top of his lungs, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAA!!!"

Prince Birch brandished his sword high and joined in the fearsome cry of victory, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAAA!"

As his Archers cheered from the parapets; Prince Willow breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a smile before he held his bow aloft and cried, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAAAAA!!!"

Translation: "NORTHAVEN VICTA! NORTHAVEN VICTORIOUS!"

The bronze man breathed a sigh of relief. Battles were fascinating to him from a distance, from a tactical stand point but to see this much death bothered him.

The red dragon, Dearerax landed nearby on the battle field separating the allies of the dead from the wounded. The bodies of the horde were haphazardly thrown in a big pile to be burned later.

Mandur signaled his troops to gather the wounded by bringing in carts in groups of fours which helped a lot. While Captain Andaerean and his company followed suit in collecting their fallen. The remaining heavy horse company mopped up the bodies of the horde adding them to the pile started by the red dragon.

Irzen did his best to tend to help Mandur and his men tend to the wounded. While he had no healing skills of his own, the Swordsman knew enough to help those who needed it to reach the Healers. By offering a strong arm to some or a shoulder to lean on to others, the Dark Elf did his best to aid his High Elven counterparts get the medical care they needed.

Crown Prince Ash hugged his brother, "You did great, Birch! I thank you for all of the inspiration you gave to my men and I."

"No, brother, WE DID GREAT!" Birch hugged his brother back, "You and I cutting down our enemies by the sword. Willow cutting down our enemies by the bow. Everything is as it should be for the sons of Sunrider!"

Over the course of the rest of the day, all the allies finished on the battle field and headed back into the city for celebration. Cheers from throughout the city rose hear and there for surviving the onslaught of the invading horde. Mandur and his fellows camped down by the gates to and celebrated there. While Andaerean, his company and the heavy horses of Dinnendale gladly accepted gave their steeds the best of care. Crown Prince Ash returned to the palace and personally informed his father, King Sunrider that the enemy was vanquished.

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Outside the city walls, the red dragon, Deargerax dipped her down to the bronze man, "How are you able to maintain such form in the heat of the battle from yesterday?"

"Discipline. *svabol re wux vucat ini charir darastrix?* Lazheros said in draconic.

::Translation:: "What are you known by red dragon?"

*si mi deargerax, darastrix hewa. wer naktar di intellect* The red dragon replied.

::Translation:: "I am Deargerax, dragon mage. The keeper of Intellect."

"Interesting. Perhaps when we're not around the lesser races, I would like to have an in depth conversation with you," He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Deargerax narrowed her yellow eyes at the bronze man, "Agreed. Some conversations are best kept from others except a certain few. For now I will return your other half to you. She is a formidable vessel and has earned my respect. Hail and farewell."

The form of the red dragon glowed the colors of flame as the human form of the elementalist stood before him. "And to think, I've seen everything but I was right about her not being wholly evil."

The bronze man mused wrapping his arms around his companion, "From my experience it wise to remain cautious around such dragons, Alysiane. It will take some time for me to get used that dragon's presence."

She nodded, "Let's head back."

Without uttering a word Lazheros teleported both of them inside the city walls and came upon a sight of pranks and trickery involving Caliaphy and Serna.