With a distinctive cracking sound of the bowstrings, fifty enchanted arrows sliced through the air at great speed toward the gatehouse of Riverylove's east gate. The archers atop it couldn't even see the incoming arrows properly as the powerful projectiles pierced through the stone wall and finally punctured the archers and crossbowmen with resounding wet thuds, dropping more than half of the mercenaries on top of the gatehouse backward like they just got hit by a warhammer.
One of the mercenaries in the gatehouse, who didn't fall on his back like the rest, stumbled towards the edge of the window with a small bloodied hole that just opened up in his throat from the magic-enchanted arrow that was sticking out of it while he wheezed silently, trying to close his wound from leaking blood before he eventually lost his consciousness from blood loss and oxygen deprivation as he fell off the gatehouse, plummeting to the muddy ground below with his head driving into the ground first, which ended up killing him right after.
"Shit, they have some nasty magic bows…!" One of the mercenaries who defended the gate below said with a grimace as he looked back and saw that their archers took heavy casualties from just a single volley. Many mercenaries were also cursing around him, as they couldn't expect any support from those up at the gatehouse anymore.
The Zar-Bros, on the other hand, didn't display any emotion after seeing their targets half decimated as they just notched another volley of arrows quickly, their movements synchronized perfectly before they aimed at those remaining archers at the gatehouse, who were still frozen from the sudden death of their comrades, and just let loose another volley.
At the same time as the arrows flying over the charging Gay-Bros, the bikini warrior just carved through another group of Gay-Bros like wheat. Her greatsword blurred—a silver arc as it bisected the three faceless constructs' heads as they lunged at her with their swords. Then after such a fatal injury, the decapitated Gay-Bros' bodies immediately turned into dusty particles that shimmered briefly in the hazy light before vanishing completely like they never existed in the first place.
But for every one of the Gay-Bros that the bikini warrior destroyed, two more surged past her toward the mercenaries behind as the silent tide crashed against the mercenaries' improvised barricade. Some of the mercenaries with spears viciously thrust their weapons forward in response to the Gay-Rush as they stabbed the enemies, but the Gay-Bros continued on without hesitation or fear of death. They ignored spears puncturing their bodies as they pressed forward, trying to dismantle any obstacles with just their swords by simply hacking everything in front of them.
"Arrrrgh—?!" While the battle was underway, one of the mercenaries who was fighting with the Gay-Bros on the choke point screamed in painful surprise when a white hand suddenly gripped his groin with an egg-breaking grip as he almost dropped his sword, and in that opening the white hand's faceless owner immediately drove a blade into the mercenary's screaming mouth to silence him forever while it got slashed and stabbed by the other mercenaries in return, but the damage had been done to the mercenaries' formation as the Gay-Bros immediately pressured the weak point.
"Hold the fucking line!" Seeing the line was being pushed back, a burly man in red leather armor, who seemed to be the one in charge, roared, shoving a spear through a Gay-Bro's chest. The summoned unit staggered, shimmering particles blooming from the wound, but kept advancing regardless until a second spear took its head and destroyed it, but the next Gay-Bro took its place and cut the spear in half with its sword before lunging at the now panicked mercenary who lost his spear.
The muddy ground started turning crimson beneath their feet as the mercenaries' casualties started piling up as they got killed by the unfeeling constructs who don't care about their own well-being and will do anything to kill their enemies. It is the worst type of enemies to have without a vast difference in strength between them.
"Fucking bastards, they're overwhelming us…!!" The mercenaries were faltering, their formation buckling under the relentless pressure as they were now being pushed back little by little while the attacking Gay-Bros' numbers increased but their own decreased as time passed.
Atop the gatehouse, the last archer scrambled for cover as another volley of Zar-Bros' arrows cut through the air before penetrating through the archers' covers. Their panic screams are cut short as almost all of them are dead from the second volley, rendering their group incapacitated.
The barricade groaned under the weight of pushing bodies from the Gay-Bros. The mercenaries pushed back, blades hacking at the enemies, but the summoned units absorbed blows like water. There's a scene of a white arm severed at the elbow still gripped a mercenary's neck, its faceless owner driving a sword into his thigh before dissolving into shimmering dust after another mercenary slammed down his iron mace on its head and cracked open its skull.
The stench of sweat, mud, and blood thickened as fear spread among the mercenaries. This is not the battle that they are used to, as their enemies are so ruthless that they can even exchange their lives for just a minor gain or advantage. The mercenaries now hesitate to engage with the Gay-Bros, as they will definitely take some injury even if they could kill one.
Not even five minutes into the slaughter, the mercenaries found themselves quickly overwhelmed as their barricade finally broke from the hacking and sheer weight of the Gay-Bros' relentless and suicidal charge.
The mercenaries watch with grim and desperate expressions as the Gay-Bros move over fallen wagons and the bodies of their dead comrades to surround their formation, causing them to have to fight on all sides, weapons hacking at their foes that yielded no satisfying spray of blood—only puffs of glittering dust—while they also took casualties as well as the Gay-Bros, who took the weak and tired ones out quickly and injured the next mercenary with a suicide lunge.
"Ahhhh—?!" One mercenary screamed as a white hand clung to his balls, its fingers digging into his testicles even as its owner dissolved into motes before another Gay-Bro took its place and cut two of the mercenary's fingers, making him drop his sword.
"There's no end to them…!" One of the mercenaries shrieked, panic evident in his voice as his friend just got decapitated and blood splashed on his face. "We can't—we can't fucking win this…!"
"Where is that Great Bitch…?! Get your fat ass here and help—Ughhk?!" The burly mercenary with red leather armor screamed out for the bikini warrior to come help before he got punched in the face by the Gay-Bro and got dragged out of the formation into the group of Gay-Bros, who welcomed him with enthusiastic penetration of their swords.
At the same time, the bikini warrior paid no heed to what was happening behind her. She currently moved like a whirlwind in the middle of the Gay-Bros army, her greatsword carving arcs through the summoned unit tide with ease. Each swing bisected three or four Gay-Bros, their halves collapsing into shimmer before hitting the mud. Yet for every construct she destroyed, two more took its place, and three more slipped past her onslaught, flooding the mercenaries behind her.
The bikini warrior's purple eyes were gleaming behind her helmet slit—not with frustration, but perceptively as she noticed where the construction kept coming from.
'The alley—there must be a summoner hiding there,' she thought while she quickly grabbed one of the attacking Gay-Bros by the arm and swung it around like a club against the other Gay-Bros before she threw it away like a broken toy.
Her destination is set!
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Seeing that the gate is nearly captured, Zarba smirks as he watches the battlefield from Xin's magic circle as he mentally commands the attacking Gay-Bros in real time. It's like he was playing an RTS game in real life.
"Let's send them another wave…" He smiled with malice in his brown eyes as fifty more Gay-Bros popped up into existence, ready to obey his command.
"Go." Zarba commands as the Gay-Bros turn around and march forward with synchro step, joining the relentless tide flooding the east gate. Xin watches with detached fascination, her amber eyes reflecting the screen from her magic circle.
"How dreary," Xin murmurs, gesturing at her magic circle to move the view around the battlefield. "It's a matter of time before the mercenaries fall... and this brute seems to be catching on to our scent, my husband."
"Hmmm, is she now…" Zarba muttered curiously, looking at the bikini-clad Great Warrior who swings her greatsword as she cleaves through two Gay-Bros to clear a path in front of her. Her helmet tilts sharply toward the alley where Zarba's summoned units keep coming out of and through the swirling dust and dissolving Gay-Bro particles; her purple eyes lock onto the alley as she takes one deliberate step backward, disengaging from the Gay-Bros entirely with a new objective in mind.
The mercenaries scream for her aid as Gay-Bros overwhelm them, but she ignores them, her blade resting on her shoulder as she begins striding toward the alley; each step splashes the muddy earth beneath her boots.
"Well, not so fast." Seeing the Great Warrior heading to the alley, Zarba smirked as he commanded his fifty Zar-Bros that were on standby after decimating the mercenaries' archers to intercept the bikini warrior before they immediately snapped into action.
The Zar-Bros' Alright bows draw in unison—a chorus of bowstrings creaking under tension—and release. A lethal enchanted volley of arrows slices through the air, converging on the bikini warrior's path.
Zarba and Xin watch with a rising interest as the warrior woman doesn't attempt to dodge as she suddenly stops and stands her ground as her greatsword rapidly whirls into a silver blur of movements, deflecting some and shattering most of the fifty incoming arrows with thunderous clangs that send sparks skittering across her body.
"Oooh~." Zarba and Xin make fascinating noises like they are seeing an amazing performance as the arrows shatter against the Great Warrior's blade while others ricochet wildly into nearby Gay-Bros, dissolving them mid-charge. One projectile grazes her helm, carving a shallow groove in the black metal. She pauses, fingers tracing the mark, then laughs—a low, amused sound that cuts through the battlefield clamor. "Finally... a decent challenge!"
With the new enemies renewing her interest in fighting, she immediately changed at the Zar-Bros while temporarily forgetting about the summoner in the alley...