Bill rode swiftly over the oncoming horde of enemies, and began to swoop closer to them. \"A bit lower Gladrian....almost there....perfect\", said Bill. He used a new spell to freeze the tips of his arrows. He shot them at 3 orcs. It hit one in the chest, and pierced into its flesh. It fell off its wolf and started having strange spasms. It stopped moving and its body slowly ripped apart and a large ice boulder appeared from inside him. It stopped a few orcs in their tracks, long enough for Bill to make a small wall of ice to slow the orcs.
Bill looked to his left and saw DayStar soar into the air. He had a large spear in his hand, he raised it above his head, and soared into the orcs. He speared one in the head then quickly retrieved the spear. He repeated this several times and many orcs fell to the ground. He then got small razor blades, cut from a large sword blade, and he threw them at the orcs.
Bill laughed until his broken arm went numb. He could not hold on with one arm, so he quickly directed Gladrian to the ground and Bill rolled off him. He grabbed the orcish sword in his hilt and got quickly to his feet. He raced to the wall of a rocky cliff and waited for the orcs. He saw them come, and he ran to them. He slashed back and forth, severing whatever got in his blade\'s way. Orcs screamed and blood flew, until one orc got to Bill.
Bill went behind and orc and stabbed his sword threw its back. It fell down and quivered for a second, but Bill stopped it by stabbing it twice. But in this time, an orc came behind him and had just enough time to swing his mighty axe, Bill to turn around and realize the orc\'s axe, and time for Bill to move. But still it cut off his numb and broken arm. Bill fell to the ground and stuck his sword straight through the leg of the orc. It fell on its knee and Bill decapitated it. It fell to the ground and blood flew freely from both the orc\'s severed neck, and Bill\'s stump of an arm. He still had the part of his arm until a few centimeters above his elbow.
Bill fell to the ground again and did not know what to do. He stuck his hand in the blood and smeared it on his chest. He lied still until most of the orcs passed. He got up and killed the ones lingering behind the original army. He looked back and saw the war.
The Demorians seemed to be winning, for more of their army was surviving. A few dwarven heads and arms lay on the ground, and Bill gave a sigh. He dropped his sword, and once again fell to the ground. The last thing he remembered was DayStar flying unusually fast over head, towards the war, and a rumbling ground under himself. He then became unconscous.
An hour later he awaked and found himself in the giant, stoney hand of a mountain troll. It was dead, and its arm was cut off. Everybody was gone. No blades clashed, no screams filled the sky, and strangely enough no bodies were on the ground, and blood did not stain the fresh dirt. None at all.
Bill\'s wound had suddenly healed over, so now he had a stump for an arm, and the blood obviously had stopped. He looked around, and stared baffled at the battle grounds. He whistled and Gladrian flew to his side. He mounted the pterosaur and flew into the sky. He searched the lands until he finally gave up. He landed on a small ledge on the side of Mount Waria and told Gladrian he could go about his business.
He sat, dazed what had happened, and felt his stump until it finally sunk into his mind that he had no left arm anymore. But suddenly the winds picked up. It grew to a small gale, and then to the force of a hurricane. Bill was slowly being dragged off the cliff, and rocks were dislodging from the mountain. He looked at the battle field and a large black hole opened, and everything was swept into it. He could hold on no longer and flew into the air. He fell to the ground and was dragged towards the hole until he finally fell in.
Everything was dark but slowly turned to a misty purple. He was in some strange deminsion. He had no time to search the area for an orc ran forward. \"Kasssssssshh nadada! Hahahha! Fareem ca-\", but it stopped as Bill slit its chest open and its heart fell out. It fell forward, and Bill spit on the body.
He ran around and suddenly the sound of swords and screams arrived. The army had been transported their but for some reason did not care for it was still as deadly as ever.
DayStar flew over to Bill, a fresh cut on his shoulder, and landed, and breathing heavily. \"Its...its...a Driauk spell. Only mages of 80 years have been...able...to do it. They use about 5 weeks to conjure a world in their minds. Apparently...the...mage who did this thought...of...of this place during the fight. He then uses a small spell to transfer a few people there. What...what...what this mage has done is amazing, but very deadly. After an estimated 3 hours this place will close, and anything...inside here will die\", said DayStar.
\"How long has this battle been here?\", asked Bill. \"I dunno...maybe 2 hours. There is no way we can save them though. The armies will die in battle, but so will-\", but DayStar was cut off. A blinding flash blinded Bill and he appeared back in the battle grounds.
Everyone else was there, but a new body, one of an orcish mage holding a staff, was one the ground and Cyonamie stood over it, and then kicked it and walked back into battle. Bill sighed and re-entered the battle.
