Warmarshal Verruca shouted her orders, and her remaining Warbreakers charged beside her after the retreating army of Jakahn. Stephanie Chaoshood remounted her steed and rode beside the armies' charge, shield spell at the ready.

Warmarshal Mossvale and his warriors took to the forest on the right, to flank the enemies. They knew they were seen, but Mossvale's nature-based cultivation would allow him through the forest like a fish in water.

"YOUR MOTHER IS COMING FOR YOU, JAKAHN!" Verruca yelled in fury.

Stephanie facepalmed, [Julia, you always get like this when you get angry...] She shook her head.

As the army of Warbreakers stormed forwarded, followed closely by Stephanie's Spellslingers, they stormed into a clearing. Once they passed this clearing, they would be able to engage Jakahn.

Mark on his hilltop took notice of the distance and finally nodded, as he spoke, "They've made it... Now let the sin begin."

As the Deagoth forces cross halfway through the clearing, the ground rumbled and hundreds of undead sprang from the ground, just like before. The bombers sprang, found the closest target, and yell "FOR THE MONOCLE!" before exploding into a mess of gray and orange dust.

Startled Verruca yelled, "CHEAP TRICKS!!!!"

Stephanie began changing and using her arcane powers to form shields around the dust bubbles to try and minimize the impact, though many undead fell to the black mass.

Verruca saw a bomber running to her, and in her rage, reached out and grabbed this lanky suicide bomber. She took him and threw him into the distance where the Armies of Jakahn were now setting up their barricades. The bomber exploded over the heads of Jakahn, as the dust floated down causing wide panic in the ranks of Jakahn.

"That was unexpected..." Mark shook his head.

"Should we let them continue to do that?" Jacob frowned.

"What's to continue? The fun is just about to begin. Look in the distance at Zitergall? Notice anything...? Good about it?"

Jacob lifted his gaze to meet Zitergall and astonished he seen that the city was in flames.

"A whole city of fire cultivators that are ridiculous in their use... A good thing the city isn't made of wood, or we wouldn't have a city to conquer... Then again, if it was, we would just say we won now and go home." Mark chuckled.

"And there comes Warmarshal Mossvale, the most forgettable of the Warmarshals, and he will die the most forgettable. At least, he gets one last gift before he goes." Mark looked to his left, from the woods came Mossvale and his warriors.

Mossvale leaped from the highest tree until the closest warrior of Jakahn. His whip from his side unleashed, as it moved as if alive. It attached to the warrior of Jakahn's neck, and with a flick of the Mossvale's wrist, the head of the undead fell from his shoulders.

"Victory to Deagoth!" Mossvale yelled to his warriors, as the followed behind him.

[Alright, he had his moment to shine... End him.] Mark mentally messaged one of his honor guards that held onto a large bow. The bow that was held by the servant was as tall as the servant, himself. The servant then pulled the bowstring back as far as he could. The servant aimed, as Mossvale was weaving in and out of combat, his whip leaving a trail of heads from Jakahn.

The servant smiled to himself and whispered gently, "Nighty-night... Wayne Mossvale."

"Thang!" The drawstring snapped.

Mossvale had just removed another two heads when a force struck him from behind. "Which son of a bitch thinks he can snipe me?!?" Mossvale looked into the distance and seen a bowman one of the hilltops waving at him before he turned around and ran the opposite way from him.

"YOU SORRY, SON OF A BITCH! DON'T LET ME GET TO YOU!" Mossvale roared. His warriors swarmed around him like enraged monkeys jumping into the ranks of the Jakahn warriors sent to meet them.

Mossvale's whip lurched out and latched to the waist of an unlucky warrior of Jakahn. With his strength, he pulled the whip back, with the warriors dangling and flailing like a fish out of water.

With a massive swing, he slammed the warrior into a group of Jakahn warriors running up smashing them together, to soon be dismantled by his troops. Mossvale's warriors weren't called, 'The Scourge of Deagoth' for no reason.

Mossvale continued to roar until he felt a chill on his back... [SHIT! THAT ARROW HAS THE POISON!] Mossvale looked over his right shoulder to see the arrow, and the black mass growing from the outside by just a bit, and... He could feel it spreading inside of him.

[Careless!] Quickly Mossvale used his power to contain it's spreading, as he continued to fight. He separated from his warriors, as not to spread it among his ranks.

He continued to fight, with many undead falling to his whip. He could feel his power draining, as he continued. Finally, with a sliver of power left within his fiber, he made his choice.

"General Achnida! I leave The Scourge to you... I have a dinner date with King Yama! Maybe he has a daughter, he doesn't mind letting me date!" Mossvale cried out, as he made his way deep into the ranks of the branching army of Jakahn.

"Warmarshal! What are you doing!?!?"

"Anything you want me to tell Warmarshal Ken when I see him?" Mossvale hollered, as a sword plunged into his left leg. Mossvale took his left hand ramming his thumb into the attacking Undead's eye socket, and with a snap of the wrist, the Undead's head came off. He used the severed head to smash into the face of another incoming warrior of Jakahn killing him. Mossvale didn't bother to pull the sword from his leg.

General Achnida fought his way over to his Warmarshal, but the warriors of Jakahn were thick, and he wasn't Knight rank yet!

"Tell Warmarshal Ken, he's a Jackass for teaching you to be a whoremonger!" General Achnida joked as he found no other way to make this situation better.

"Alright! See you later... General Achnida..." Warmarshal Mossvale used the last of his power to jump high over the heads of the warriors of Jakahn. In the air, his whip caught onto an officer of Jakahn, and he pulled himself down crashing into the enemy officer.

The warriors surrounded Mossvale, as they plunged spears, and swords into his back. He smiled facing the Officer in front of him.

The Officer now on the ground watched as the Black blood of Mossvale dripped onto him, and the chilling smile on his face.

"Hey, kid... How're the medical plans in Jakahn?" Mossvale asked humorously.

The Officer took his dagger and plunged it through Mossvale's right eye socket.

Mossvale didn't stir or yell, after being stabbed. A calm voice sounded from Mossvale, "Then it must be one hell of a medical plan..." He reached out with his left hand and gripped the throat of the Jakahn Officer, and squeezed until the head of the Officer fell from his shoulders. Mossvale smiled, as he collapsed onto the dead Officer, as his power faded, and the black mass bellowed from the wound of his body. Mossvale bloated and exploded into a cloud of gray-dust covered the surrounding warriors of Jakahn.

General Achnida back off seeing this action, and returned to his men, as they watched the panic of Jakahn's warriors.

On that same hilltop, Mark spoke, "Two down, two to go..."

[Is Mark planning on assassinating all of the Warmarshal's here?!?] Jacob thought in shock.