The Knights Who Say Whee!- A Handful Of Units #69
And then it was over.
Namer knelt down, exhausted, leaning on his trident that was buried in corpse of the last defender.
The city changed sides.
Namer stood and walked to a window of the room he occupied in the small tower, leaning heavily on the sill. He looked out over a courtyard littered with the small shiny bodies of flying fish, infantry, twolls, Atlan fliers and heavy fliers. Namer knew he'd find more if he looked around.
He shook his head, and just wanted to get back to the water. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to get back to the quiet safety of the Sea Of Total Darkness and lay down in the sand with his feet in the water.
He finally opened himself to Ensten's communication.
"What the boop, Namer?" Ronjermy asked. "What's the status?"
Namer sighed wearily. "City's been taken. I'm hurt bad, but I'll make it till turn." He looked down at the ragged stump of an arm, bitten off by a heavy flier almost at the shoulder. That could have gone worse...
"They had heavy fliers, Lord. Lots of them. All packed in tight in the courtyard. I didn't see them until we went over the wall."
Ronjermy knew they hadn't been planning to attack the tower from the air, in case it had whatever air defenses were in use when Namer attacked the capital.
"The twolls used the swing ram on the gate, the fish took the units on the wall. Me and Dolf and some fish snuck around the back, took the wall and over it.
Dropped into the courtyard behind an ocean of heavies looking at the front gate."
"Maybe I shoulda ran. But there the regent was, standing right next to two other warlords. Close, and looking at the gate too, behind most of the troops . So I went after leadership. Regent was level 5, with two level 1's. Me and 50 bats went right over the heavies and into them, rear attack. I got the regent right before something big with a beak took my arm off."
"I called in the rest of the bats from the front gate. Took a chance air defenses wouldn't fire off, it would have been over right then if they had. We swarmed into the windows of the tower. Twolls hadn't made it through the gate yet it was starting to go. Course, they were gonna walk into a wall of heavies. I was looking for leadership, and getting inside for safety. Still had a hundred, hundred and a half fish. Infantry came in after us. There was some fighting."
"We got a level 1 warlord and infantry inside. Turns out the last warlord was outside. So we waited inside till the twolls and marmen came through the gate. That was a right smart fight. Lost Dolf and my stack of fish getting to the warlord. He went down easy though. Restacked and ordered everyone to the tower as their side went batboop crazy without leadership. Only two twolls and marmen made it through to the tower, even with the fish I sent to screen them. And it took them a while, lotta units got croaked out there. None of us would have made it if we hadn't got that last warlord."
"Then we stood in the stairwell and let infantry come to us. No problem as none of them were stacked. But now we're trapped in the tower. Probably twelve heavies left trying to get at us. I wish they were infantry instead of heavies..."
"No way we could rush em. Had to single them out. Didn't do so well at first. Lost a warlord that way. Then we got smart. Gave one of them a peek of a fish, drew it to the top of the tower or the front door where we wanted it. Those poor twolls did a lot of running back and forth but we got good about picking them off one by one. Still, heavies ain't easy and I was mostly out of fish. I lost everybody else. Had to get the last two by myself. Finally got them to stick their heads in through a tower window. Easy pickins those two. Should have done that with the rest of them, I could have brought some units home with me."
"But the city didn't fall. Some unit was left somewhere. Took me a while to find him, he couldn't get through a locked door. Lucky it was a piker and not a heavy."
"I don't know...maybe I should have called us back to the river. But the moment I saw the heavy fliers, I knew it had to be done. They were popping those units the whole time when they shouldn't have been. We'd have to deal with them now or later. And leadership was vulnerable, so I took a chance."
Ronjermy took it all in. "You survived. We won. I'll have Cirke give you movement to make it back next turn. Suck it up the rest of the turn, see if there's anything to loot. Raze the city before you hit the water, let Ensten know when you're ready to end turn."
Namer was ready right now, but duty compelled him to search the building, taking his many wounds with him.
"You guys heard that?"
Larry, Circ, Rebeche, and Whalor nodded. "Maybe our luck isn't all gone. "
Rebeche crossed his arms over his chest. "That was smart, taking out leadership. He's right, he wouldn't have made it if he hadn't have taken out that fiver regent first. A fiver stacking with the heavies would have been the end of it."
Whalor waded in "Should have given him your bracers for the extra level."
Rebeche nodded but shrugged. "Probably. Though we'd be regretting it if we lost one more unit in that battle."
The archer warlord marched up, leading 15 archers in tight formation. Ronjermy looked to them. "Ensten, which of these besides the warlord has the highest kill rate?"
After a few moments, Ensten responded with "The archer named Keye, Lord."
"Warlord, what is your name?" Ronjermy asked?
"Garrow, Lord." Was the prompt response.
"Who from these should be promoted to warlord?"
With but a moment's hesitation, Garrow responded with "Keye, Lord. His skill is a close second to mine, and I believe he has the most natural talent for leadership, Lord."
"Fine." Well, that was easy, Ronjermy thought. "Keye, I promote you to Warlord. Congratulations to Garrow and Keye, Korses' first infantry warlords. Now, I don't want to steal your thunder, but I'm promoting you all to Knights, as of now. Twolls will have strength bows and stocked quivers by the end of turn. Rest well tonight, next turn you strike the enemy."