Before the apposing army attacked, several of the younger mages were excited to go to war, but upon seeing the approaching army, one figure experienced doubt. The well-organized army bowled through the shoddy forces of the mages, and began splitting them up and executing them with ruthless effectiveness. Whenever a soldier finally fell, four more took their place. The mages were simply outnumbered and out skilled. For every novice mage, there were seven highly trained warriors. Experienced mages were few and far between. Across the battlefield, there were small pockets of space where a skilled mage was fighting dozens of soldiers at once. One by one, these pockets of space disappeared as the mages were overwhelmed, until only one remained.
In the pocket, a single mage stood against hundreds of soldiers. Clad in armor that seemed to be made of raw earth, he plowed through several soldiers with devastating attacks; tearing up the earth and hurling chunks into the masses. One soldier broke through onslaught, only to be grabbed and thrown over the battlefield. Kraggrmn punched a nearby enemy, denting his armor with a satisfying crunch. Though the enemies kept coming, he felt like he could keep going for a while longer. Unbeknownst to Kraggrmn, Major Kilandre was cleaving her way towards him, leaving crushed mages in her wake.