The Grand Catrastophe

Chapter 4: Battle of Carne

          “Come on men, let’s soke their god loving guts into the ground!” Gazef roared as he charged forth, and his men roared back in tandem.

          After Lady Momonga had given him the strange yet kind of cute little trinket as a good luck token, he had ridden out to meet his foes and pull them away from the village. That was the plan anyway. After all, he didn’t want the people of Carne Village to die any more than they already had.

Gazef rode out to meet his foes. Who they were was of no importance at this moment. The only thing that he and his men needed to know was how they fought and what they would do to the people of this village if he and his men lost. Though, what they would do was of no importance either, what was important was that the woman in the village was protecting them.

          Gazef pulled his bow from his back and fired an arrow at his enemies. The mage that he had aimed for blocked the blow with a magic spell. As the magic circle faded, Gazef scowled as he saw that the person behind it was fine.

He and his men rode out to meet them on horseback, while his foes stayed on the ground and summoned squads of archangel flames. Gazef and his men charged into them and rode past, pulling the attention of some of the mages. Gazef himself was about to follow his men, as their goal was to pull them away from the village, but it seemed like fate had different plans.

          One of the mages in the opposing force, the man who seemed to be the commander, caste a spell. The spell hit his horse, causing it to panic and drop him to the ground as it galloped away. Gazef scowled once more at the current state of affairs.

          The man who was probably the enemy commander smiled a deeply set smirk and made to speak. He was probably going to mock the man in front of him. however, that was when both sides heard galloping coming from the direction of where Gazef’s men had fled to.

          Gazef looked over to the sound, and smiled a self-deprecating smile to what he saw. His men hadn’t given up on him. They had charged back to him, to try and save him from his fate of dying to these foolish raiders.

          “What a bunch of idiots, but they’re my idiots. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he mumbled under his breath as the fighting kicked up a notch.

          The horses that couldn’t resist the mind-altering spells quickly died, and the fighting itself soon proceeded to a foot fought battle. Gazef’s own men were being put down left and right, but Gazef himself was slaying summon after summon.

          “Battle aura!” he chanted out as an angel charged him from the skies.

          He summon stabbed forth with it’s blade of flames, but missed as Gazef dodged to the side. He himself soon stabbed at the thing, causing it to poof into blue smoke.

          He turned his head to the side, just in time to catch the sight of another angel charging forth at him. he ducked under the blade and stabbed upward into the chin of the creature. It soon joined his kill count.

          Gazef rushed forward, to a group of angels ganging up on one if his men. He jumped up to their level with an immense amount of strength in his legs. He locked eyes with whatever amounted to eyes for these angels and used one of his martial arts.

          “Six-fold slash of light!” he yelled out into the battlefield.

          Six arcs of light carved their way into the air around him. They impacted the angels that had been fighting the men he had sought to save, and they fizzled into nothingness.

          His men looked on with rapt attention and smiles upon their faces. They could soon win this, at least that was what they believed. A smirk graced the face of the enemy commander. In that moment, Gazef realized it was going to be an even longer day than he realized.

          “Summon another set of angels,” the enemy commander spoke.

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          The fight was not going well for the chief warrior and his men. They were dying, and fast. Momonga looked at them from one of her undead’s point of view. She had equipped a basic dog zombie with a special item that let her see through it’s eyes, and sent it out with a concealment spell caste on it.

          Her unnerving smile that had been plastered on her face was starting to fall off. Yes, she was fine, but she was annoyed with these foes. They, for lack of a better term, were weak. Yet they annoyed her all the same.

          She had put some effort into spreading her name around this new world, yet they seemingly desired to do nothing more than stop her spreading. This annoyance was soon tamped back down into her mind, and the plastic smile she gave went back up.

          As she peered at them from a safe distance, she started getting ready for the fight she planned ahead. She equipped her armor, her cloak and robes falling and dissolving midair after she put the plate on.

          The design of the armor was rather detailed, as this had been the previous, “World’s Champion,” armor set. Sure, her friend, Touch Me, was the current world champion. However, there had been one before him and this was his seat.

          Momonga had purchased it near the end of Yggdrasil and modified it to fit her character more. The interlocking plates fit smoothly over her body, the swirling ridges that seemingly moved and roved over the surface gave her the look of someone steeped in black ash and snow.

          Her chest was covered, yet her breasts were pronounced in the armor design. Sure, it wasn’t bikini armor, but you could tell that she was a woman in that way. A central spike came out of her breast plate, the same swirling pattern covered it as the rest of the plate.

          The spike itself was about a foot and a half long, pointing slightly up and to the right of herself. Similar spikes came out of her shoulder pads that were reminiscent of the nuclear warning spikes that had been thought of in the 20^th century.

          She pulled a longsword out of her inventory; this was to be her backup weapon. Her left hand gripped it like steel. In her right hand was a staff, the same one she had raided the guild base with those few days ago. She smiled at her getup, she needed to make sure she was safe while she killed these rather foolish magic casters.

          Around her, the villagers looked on, stunned at such a transformation. Before, she seemed like a goddess of death, now she was war. Sebas clapped his hands at her effortless shift in looks, and Momonga gave an over exaggerated bow and a slight, “Thank you,” to him as he clapped.

          She had meant for this to be a jesting bow and a jokingly said thank you. However, the villagers saw it as the movements of a humble royal. One that would go into battle when she herself had many men and lives to spend, at least that was the feel it gave off.

          She raised her head and looked back into her mind, there she spotted Gazef and his men. They were exhausted and beaten, the foe they were fighting was speaking, though as she watched, he said something that ticked her off, in the back of her mind.

          “Why don’t you lay down like a good dog ready to be put down?!” the man said then he continued, “after we kill you, we’ll slaughter everyone over in that village. We can’t have witnesses, now, can we?”

          Gazef cackled a knowing cackle. He seemed genuinely humored by the man’s line of thinking. She kept scowling at the other man’s words, but she was also wondering why he found his enemy’s line of thinking funny.

          “When the woman in the village comes for you, there will be a slaughter!” he laughed out.

She then smiled, that was the perfect line she was waiting for after all, she was a super villain if Ulbert was to be believed, and the only difference between a villain and a super villain was prestation. It was at that time that Momonga thought it was a good time to use the magic item she had given Gazef. She sent him a message spell, speaking into his mind.

          “Looks like it’s time to switch,” she said, and then everything went black for but a moment.

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