Step Four: Crow Feather

The Skjal were almost snuffed out, save for some stragglers who stalked backwards, beside a few of the Britons.

The Oxen had forced the elite force backwards while leaving their main body in the middle, the Ignix was almost in the river, but screamed and bucked back against its oxen attackers. They came to a stalemate at the river bank, the rain sizzling against its flaming hide.

Aetri felt his body surge with warmth, a deep joy, they were rooks on a board and He had checkmate. But as the Uld gathered, intimidating the Skjal and Britons by continuing to march after them silently, Aetri while walking with his fellows halted all with a gesture "Hold!" He commanded.

All stopped, the entire troupe came to a halt, but one. Black-Crow strode forward and the Knight and Raiders shimmered at the sight of a lone agent, drapped in crow-feathers, an omen of death, marched towards them with no pause.

Weapons raised, they began to yell as they scuttled backwards, Stay back! and Get Away! they yelled in tongues of Nornish and Briton, but Black-Crow persisted.

They shambled and dashed backwards, but the time came where they had met her mark.

Aetri raised his sword and spat "Step Four!?"

The Uld yelled with joy, laughing hysterically "CROW-FEATHER!!"

The Enemy fell back into the mud and into hell. There was a clearing, an opening between two buildings, the Birch hut and the Smelter, the road through their was wide and in that long opening still scorched from the Ignix being pushed through it, Black-Crow had snuck and done her ill-will.

One man, a Birton man dashed as fast as He could to retreat to the river shore, but just as his leg came down, one of the cobblestones snapped up, spinning with a poof, to unleash a scythe-like blade which spun on a ribbon... and cleaving his leg at the waist.

Another saw his bloody compatriot and sprinted with a scream, jumping over his mangled friend towards the wall to edge along the ground. but as he did, something below him clicked, and a camouflaged box sprang out. It flashed violently and the man who stood before it was skewered one thousand times but one thousand thick needles.

Another 5 men fell to the eastern death traps, another 10, logs swung, caving in skulls and flattening unarmoured raiders into a paste, blades severed flesh a million times over as concealed blades danced among this field of blood.

Aetri watched with cold eyes, this was justice, all would pay for Frigga's death. He felt disturbed inside, his soul was melting into wax and further turning to ash, replaced by a manic storm that screamed for his enemies to die. Why was this happening to him?

Moments passed and only a bleeding mess of corpses remained, crawling masses of dying bodies. Black-Crow merely continued to walk amongst them, calmly stepping other the wailing men and halting in their centre. She placed her fingers in her lips and whistled sharply.

A caw echoed from the sky and down flapped a Small rook. Crow lent down and ever so gently removed a loose feather. The Rook chirped and Flew off and Crow let the feather fall on the field where she had instigated a massacre, without once swinging her sword "Be free." She muttered