I was finally free from the cuffs but had to fight for the dwarves in exchange. A night well spent by Fyena, she convinced the whole group to let us into the field. I got stuck in the forge with the old dwarves and the gnomes.
"That fits well," an old dwarf said.
"No, it doesn't," his apprentice disagreed.
It had been two hours, I was not as patient as the gnomes.
"Let's blow it up."
The old dwarf nodded and passed it on, "Better stay low son."
"I understand."
I left the forge with a set of dwarves armour, and a shield made of metal and burnt wood. The gnomes went missing since then, I quickly joined with the units I was assigned to. Fyena was also there hours before me, studying the units and calculating the losses. The field had similar quarry-like steps on which the units stood in formation. I sat beside her on the first step, she immediately recognised me.
"How's the armour?"
"It fits."
"Good, what do you think," she said, glancing at the huge army of dwarves before us.
"They won't last."
The trumpets roared, the leader of our unit came with four of his friends and joined the other four on the edge. He didn't give us attention, neither did we.
"Who's that?"
"Who?"
"The one who passed by."
"The last born."
"The sovereign?"
"The sovereign's son, fool. The last born who waits to be crowned."
"The daughters?"
"His daughters."
"The sovereign is just a face!"
The trumpets roared again, he came down from the fort, with a pack of dwarves around him, supporting him to walk.
"They won't last a day," I whispered.
"Can we go up," she said, completely ignoring my comment.
"Sure."
The dwarves had built multiple siege towers around the battleground. Some were three stories high, the others were five. They had wooden ladders and stairs, some had cannons, some had crossbows, some even had bridges that connected two towers. Fyena made me climb to the fifth story just to admire the tiniest army in more height. A sudden realisation as we reached it, ten feet ogres about the same as the one in the west council, fully armed with huge clogs and blades just stormed into us. The dwarves flew away like dust, there was a sudden change in the field. The dwarves cried and started their attack. We could see them climbing over the ogres. The cannons were fired, the arrows followed, there was dust everywhere.
"Get ready," the dwarf near us shouted. The others loaded their cannons, they were waiting for the ogres to come close, one eventually did, the cannons were on tight, but it slipped just a few feet near the tower and landed on the ground. The dwarves laughed and celebrated, soon all the ogres were gone in the dust.
They waited for the second wave, but when it finally arrived it surprised us all the same. Huge boulder came rolling crushing everyone on its way. There were screams again, they only stopped at the end, they smashed the towers, the landships were crushed under them, dwarves flew away, it caught us.
The tower started to descend, it went down on one side when Fyena took a leap. I almost tried to follow her then realised I wouldn't survive. I tried to run through the sliding side instead where the dwarves just rolled along with their cannons. I tried to use the stairs, then just dived from it when another stone rolled in. The whole tower was under us as we tried to climb up, without a gap the third wave started. The dwarves pulled their armours to create a wall before them. It was a storm, a storm of winged gremlins were unleashed into the field, they smashed against the shield and turned into blood. The dwarves sliced their limbs as they cleared their surroundings. Soon the whole field was covered in blood, with some ogres crawling around. Another war-horn was blown, this time it was more of an announcement than a signal.
"What was that?"
"A call."
The last born and his unit of dwarves ran in front.