Thalleous clenched his sword blade. He swung it down, cutting through a Voltaris neck. He brought his broadsword up and through a wither skeleton's ribcage. A wither's hiss sounded in the distance. Thalleous tensed until he heard its shriek of death. His instinct kicking in, he sent an Aggroblast blast into a patch of Voltaris, and then used the power of his old song: Aggroquake. One of his foes shrieked as he slit his throat. An Aggrostorm surrounded him as he spat blood.

"Ardoni scum!" an unbalanced Netheran yelled. The lieutenant simply swung his sword in a low-angled circle, spilling the intestines of two foes. As they cried out in pain, he approached the angered Netheran as he got up and stabbed him in the back. The entire process lasted ten seconds.

Thalleous then heard a cry of pain in the distance. He heard the unmistakable sound of an Aggrovortex. He ran to the noise and saw several Netherans combating Aggrennall Kaltaris, and rushed to help. He used his Aggrobeam to instantly smite them.

"All right, Thalleous?" Aggrennall asked.

"I...I am fine..." Thalleous said, growing tired from all of this battle.

The Kaltaris bowed his head. "You're fatigued, Lieutenant. It'll be good for you when you stop going against the Voltaris."

"I have fought against the Voltaris for fifty years, Aggrennall." Thalleous stroked his veiny ears briefly. "I will fight against them for another one-hundred and fifty if I must."

Aggrennall nodded. "Once a soldier, always a soldier."

The officer agreed with the enlistee. "We move." He ran towards a Voltaris, who was not quick enough with his bow to keep his head. Thalleous spun around, flipping his sword into a reverse-grip position. He parried a strike from a Netheran, who responded with a counterattack. Thalleous blocked it and forced the sword from his foe's grip. He stabbed the Netheran in the stomach, and readied his blade for another assault. He watched withers destroy the trees surrounding the Militia's headquarters, and saw ardoni become overrun. Then, the medical wing fell under assault.

"To the injured!" he yelled, rallying his troops. He thought of all the wounded soldiers, of Aegus, of those who needed his aid. He cut a wither's left head as he ran, and slashed at a Voltaris brandishing a club. He then spun his blade in a circle, killing two wither skeletons. He sent Aggroshards flying into an enemy's shield, and used his Aggroshock to kill three separate Voltaris.

Pythus realized that if he were to leave the battle to melee combat, he would lose. The Sendaris' song-wielding skills and terrain advantage were too large to ignore.

"Retreat!" he called. "Fall back!"

His troops slowly ran past the TNT cannons.

"Ready explosives!" he yelled. The cannons were armed.

"Aim for their base! Cannon four at the hospital! Fire!"

Explosions rang through the sky as hundreds of soldiers fell to the bombs. Their medical wing was brutalized, and the upper levels of their base left rickety shells.

Now, he would win.

Thalleous watched as his home was further destroyed. While the deepslate of his abode withstood explosions well, it could not prevent all of the damage. He saw more stone-heavy areas of the base ripped to shreds, and he saw stray body parts of Sendaris warriors strewn across the ground. In an instant, the battle's dynamics changed.

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