| Commander Nachri was smiling. His army was ready and standing before the southern causeway. Soon the orcs would get punished for their evil deeds. Nobody would ever take the proud city of middenheim. Mounting on his horse he rode to his elite unit of spearmen, the famed eagle's phalanx. They were Nachri’s personal guard, former members of the seaguard, trained to the highest standard. They were veterans of countless battles. On their flank, brave young nobles, wearing glittering armour and tall shining helmets, eager for proving them worthy to join the high elf nobility, brave spearmen, hunting all evil creatures, a chariot from tiranoc, racing acros the plains, hunting all kind of corrupted creatures and marksmen, able of piercing the eye of a goblin from a distance of 300 yards. All these joined under his banner. This was the army that was assigned to stop the orc horde of Glanash the butcherer. They met him not far away from the wall. Nachri watched as his son came towards him:” My men are ready to charge mylord.” Nachri replied:” Not before my signal son, i trust you, you are in command of my personal guard, please don’t let my down now.” “ I will not let you down father, you can count on me.” “ Move back to your position then, your regiment needs you. “ “Yes sir” After this, Nachri’s son went back to the eagle's phalanx. Nachri rode to the silver helms. “Today is the day of our revenge my men. For the asur! Charge.” The battle began. The spearmen in the center were holding their line whilst the orcs were moving towards them. On the left , nachri saw his archers firing a hail of arrows towards some cowering goblins, who fled. Suddenly a bolt of green energy hit them, and 2 archers fell down, lifeless. Nachri spied along the orc line and then he saw it, a goblin mage. He quickly gave a signal to charge and in answer, a hail of arrows flew towards the goblin, 3 of the hit the shaman in the head. Then, suddenly, the charge of the silver helms hit home. The cowardly goblins were cut to pieces. Next to them, the chariot hit a giant, who was protecting the flank of the orc line. The giant fell over on the chariot, crushing him completly but the giant was dead too. Nachri quickly leveled his sword and the silver helms turned towards a huge mob of orcs, moments later, the silver helms were racing towards the orcs flank and their charge hit home, the orcs in the first rank were pierced on the lances of the silver helms and the other tried to flee but were cut down. Glanash charged now with his big’ uns in the elf line, accompanied by a chariot. They hit an other regiment of spearmen, but even the thoughest orcs were no match for the elite warriors. In replie, more spearmen charged in the flank of the orc unit, whilst the silver helms charged him in the rear. The last of the orc army fled and the elves pursued and massacred them. Nachri smiled again. His army gathered under his banner, bearing the sign of the world dragon. He ordered his spearmen and archers to guard the causeway and then he left, his silver helms leading the charge, followed by the eagle's phalanx. They moved on and suddenly he hit the ranks of countless devotees of slaanesh, with a shok nachri saw they were their dark kin, the druchii. The silver helms penetrated deep in the dark elf army, only to be halted by a number of chaos warriors , before the eagle's phalanx could come to their aid were the silver helms overwhelmd. Nachri was eagering for revenge, but he had no time to think about revenge now. His guard was encircled. He saw there was no escape. He realized there was only one way to stop the massacre, he spied the dark elf lines and suddenly he saw it, a druchii anointed, commanding the host of warriors. "My son"he said" i am going to challenge that anointed, flee with my guard and continue the defence." Despite the pain he felt in his hearth, his son had no choice but to follow an order from his commander. Nachri rode forth and he called for the anointed to challenge him. In his pride, the anointed rode forth and the fight began. Nachri leapt high into the air and as he came back he pushed his blade downwards towards the skull of the anointed. "Fool, i am Melkhar, and I tell you, i will not let myself be killed by you, you fight even to bad to be one of our slaves" he said as he swiftly parried the blow of the elf and then he started raining blows on the elf. Nachri was slowly pushed back and it was almost impossible for his guard to hold. Suddenly, he saw something lying on the ground, it was the shield of a silver helm. He dodged another blow of the anointed and suddenly he jumped forward, past Melkhar towards the shield. Nakhar was surprised by this move. Nachri made it to the shield and he turned back towards Melkhar. To his suprise the anointed was only laughing at him:"Do you really think such shield will save you against my might. Watch my power and the power of my god, it will be the last thing you will ever see." Instinctively nachri dropped to the ground and only moments later a dark bolt went only a couple of inches above his head. Nachri jumped back on his feet again and before the anointed could react, he hurled his shield towards Melkhar's stomach. Melkhar deflected the shield with ease but nachri had trown his blade right behind his shield, but now he was aiming for the anointed's neck. Melkhar was pierced by the blade and now nachri leaped into the air, he landed straight on his horse and he rode towards the gate of middenheim. A huge group of deamonnetes was following him. Suddenly a large number of flaming arrows were launched from the eagle's phalanx, who were standing on the wall. The arrows flew straight above the head of nachri and landed just before the deamonnetes, in straw. The fire quickly spread, thus forming a barricade to slow the deamonnetes down. Nachri rode to the gate and he went on the wall. "That was a clever thing to do, ellydian" he said to his brother. "Thank you very much, they shall never capture this city. For Ulthuan!"
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