Note: I’ve heard some people complaining for blood and gore, so on this chapter I tried to add some violence for your convenience. (Update: Theres a new feature… THE BONUS! And please don’t steal this idea)

Next morning, Will woke up from his sleep, ate haggis and bread and was ready to train! He started by slashing a straw dummy with his sword and then observed how pathetic other villagers did it. One farmer with a war bow, tried to aim at a dummy, however accidentally shot the arrow on one’s arse- making the poor man dance dervish.

“They are pathetic, Tom” complained Will
“I know… But we must all do what we can to save our country, no matter how powerful our enemies are.” Tom said gravely
“Your right Tom…” *Sniff* “LET’S SLAUGHTER THOSE BLOODY B#STARDS!!!” XO

Suddenly a scout came running to Tom, eager and nervous to tell him something…
“THE ROTTEN SCANIANS ARE COMING!” Tom declared out loudly.
“Yeehhh!!!” The crowd cried out optimistically, swinging their weapons in the air.
Few moments later, the resistance marched towards the heath with their armors and weapons equips.

The Heath__

The Scanian army was three times larger than the Broan, they were well protected by shining armors, sharpen swords and horses. The Scanian army had dozens of horsemen and knights, hundreds of men-in-arms and a thousand longbow archers. All the Broan resistance had was mass militias and foot infantries, who were merely soldiers. The wind was blowing hard by earshot, horses were neighing and men were grunting.

A horseman came in the middle of the field, saying something out loud.
“Surrender yourselves or thou shalt meet death” (Speaking in Scanish)
The Broans did not understand Scanish, therefore needed translation.
Tom: “He says that: they’ll murder us, slaughter our children, kill our dogs, r4pe our wives and EAT ALL OUR HAGGIS IF WE DON’T KILL THEM!!!” (Downright wrong translation huh? XD)

Jack: Kill them! I shalt protect my beloved wife!
Will: Let me SLAUGHTER THEM… They’ll steal my all haggis T.T
Ash: Oh noes! They’ll snatch all my poke-balls away! GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL! XD

Now the carnage has started…
Both sides charged and yelled their war cries. There were sounds of thundering hooves, flailing maces, trembling footsteps and swinging swords. The Scanians marched in calm manner, whilst the Broans charged like a bunch of mentally-ill hooligans.

One vicious Broan threw his Double axe at a horseman, who sliced open his spinal cord. Blood was spilling everywhere, guts and flesh was dripping from the horseman’s head, the barbarous Broan and then leaped on the headless man- to rip out his heart and gnaw out his brains.

Will took out his spear, aimed at a charging warrior, threw it directly through the man’s head which penetrated forcefully through his skull- with his brain stuck on the tip of the spear. The bloody outrage continued, screeching sounds of clashing steel was deafening. Soon, the Scanians were somehow withdrawing to burst something…

“Withdraw, Withdraw!” Tiger demanded “Ranger flank positions!”
Tom sensed something was happening next, so he ordered his men to withdraw as well.
Ash and some other men couldn’t hear the call so they kept charging.
Ash: The enemy is weakened! I must go closer and use my POKE-BALL!

Suddenly, Tiger ordered the rangers commands.
Tiger: Focus!
Tiger: Bow Booster!!
Tiger: Soul Arrow!!!
Tiger: …..UNLEASH HELLFIRE!!!!!

To be continued__

Special thanks to:
Spartz- the other warrior xD