The ground boiled. Tectonic instability this close the the ravaged shores of this realm was sure to spit up bountiful amounts of realmstone. The newest additions to our knightage danced with the scalding waves and erupting geysers. Their shadows jumping alongside them, the daemons pact bound to their souls.
"Quite a sight to behold, brother", the arrogant one beckoned. "Maybe this will be lucrative enough to replace that self destructive former weapon of yours." His ever present smirk growing even more smug.
"And perhaps you may learn how to finish any of the fights you start" Thaa'ris retorted. "Speaking of..."
His voice trailed, leading Rhi'ol to follow his gaze toward the bone constructs at a steady march towards them. Knowing of the fitting name of the bonereapers, and without a surplus of their currency, they would take our tithe by force.
"Rattling half lives!" Rhi'ol exclaimed. "Which of you will be the first to step forward and return to dust?"
For once, Rhi'ol's opponent seemed unperturbed by his taunting. Their slow march forward without fault. Stalking from behind, the Commanders began to pounce despite the failure of their master. Cracking of bone. A misstep of the fiendbloods as the Kavalos snaped their head towards the ambush. With hubris to match their own lord, the Leige crashed their steed into the unprepared predators.
Not completely unprovoked, the Morghast of the ranks bound forward on bone and arcane wings. Never to back down from a duel, Rhi'ol charged to meet the challenge, only some of his retuine able to keep up. He flitted between the quartet. Great double ended glaives glanced off his sield and redirected into allies. Mighty as he is, Rhi'ol succumbed to the Archi, leaving the Half Bourne to avenge him.
"You really must grow up and see the bigger picture, little brother" called out the older twin. "Lest you end up one of their soldiers."
To emphasis his point, Thaa'ris left Rhi'ol to the tide of bone, vying for the emerging reamstone further along the isthmuse.
Nimble and graceful, the Pellitrixes weaved through the chaos to strike the heart of the enemy forces. The looming Harvester scraping to collect every fractured bone and it's accompanying Soul mason. Mortal and daemon claws rend through the very magic that bound the souls to the ossified bodies.
Ranks of slaangors had been felled. Still, the Ossiarchs followed the last command of their master. Clockwork turned in time with their steps. Ashen ground started to break apart. Thaa'ris struck and pulled at the glowing realmstone, not quite free from the realm's grasp. The Tithe was due.
Taking all he could, the Pain bringer cut his losses. With the din of battle starting to die, the sundered stage finally burst. The remaining forces now seperated by Aqysh earth, steam, and realmstone.