87 Angry Orcs (1/2)
UNS Singapore, Command Bridge
”YES!” Cheers erupted as the crew and officers watched what happened through the choppy video stream from Claymore One's actions. Seeing the Necromancer get shredded by the mines, the whole bridge just stood up, cheered wildly and applauded.
”Great work, Claymore One,” the Bridge Communications Officer, congratulated the team for a successful mission.
”Hey, hey,” Captain Blake called out, ”The mission is not over yet! We still need to determine if the Necromancer's death will it also affects the Undead army.” He reminded everyone.
The crew quiet down, as they looked on hopefully on to their display screens hoping that with the Necromancer killed, the dead will no longer raise up.
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Uncharted Forest, Ambush Site B
Coughing from the gun smoke, Specialist Sergeant Tyrier pushed himself off from the top of Specialist Altied, who laid on the forest floor, moaning. Tyrier gestured to Specialist Lance Corporal Young to assist and treat Altied as he headed back into the clearing.
Splatters of dark red blood, bits, and pieces of Orc sprawled all over the clearing. Tyrier readied his weapon and head for the spot where the Necromancer was the last to be seen. The robed figure was so ravaged badly by the steel ball bearings from the claymore mines, that mostly of the Necromancer was scattered all over the area. Despite that, the upper half of the Necromancer torso remained behind with its female elvish face still lying there.
Tyrier avoided looking at the face, remembering what had happened to Altied earlier. He drew his single-bladed sword and hack down with all his strength, severing the head off. Digging into his pooches, he pulled out a drawstring bag of kosher salt and sprinkled them all over the torso and the decapitated head, before pouring a flask of alcohol liquid over the body parts and setting them on fire.
Salt being used is for purification will dispel any negative or evil energy, and the fire will destroy any chances of the creature from reanimating.
”Squad Three, what's your situation, over,” Tyrier asked as he watched the flames consuming the body parts.
”We pushed them back, for the time being, they are still confused to where our location is,” Squad Three replied. ”But we got a huge bunch of really angry Orcs here!”
”Roger, extract yourselves and meet us at the designated rally point Alpha, copy?” Tyrier responded.
”Copy that, bugging out now,” Squad Three replied as they fired a few more rounds and retreated behind the gun smoke, using it as cover for their retreat.
”Alright Squad One and Two, head to rally point Alpha now,” Tyrier ordered, ”Move it!” Tyrier wanted to see if there were any things left behind by the Necromancer, but apparently, everything got destroyed by the claymore mines. ”Move it, people!”
War horns bellowed from within the Orc camps, ”Detonate the rest of the mines at the other sites, keep them busy!” Tyrier ordered as he supported Altied's limp form. He chanted a quick strengthening spell, boosting his strength and fireman carried Altied over his shoulder, including all his weapons and armor, taking off in a quick jog into the undergrowth.
Squad Three led the pursuers back towards the ambush Site C, the angry Orcs crying out in bloodlust and excitement at the fleeing two figures, screaming vulgarities in their Orc tongue after them. The two elves hopped over a fallen log where they hid the detonator and quickly cranked the charge, and timed the trap just as the pursuing Orcs entered into the killing zone.
Other than bits of gore, blood, and broken pieces of equipment laid shattered all over, nothing alive remained in Site C, Squad Three without even a backward glance, sprinted off towards the rally point.
Squad Three was the last to arrive at the rally point, the rest was already assembled at the rally, with Squad Two on overwatch, keeping an eye around their surroundings for any signs of pursuing enemies. Young from Squad One was providing magical medical aid to the mind stunned Altied, was who slowly recovering his wits.
”What happened?” Specialist Corporal Doth jerked his head towards Altied and Young.
”He nearly got his brain fried by some chaos or dark magic,” Tyrier answered. ”Young saved his ass just in time.”
”We got the target?” Doth asked again.
”Beheaded, salted and burnt,” Tyrier gave a rare smile, ”Alright, set up the comms array, let's see what further instructions Command has.”
Doth nodded, gesturing his partner over as both of them headed off to high ground to deploy the portable communication array in their backpacks. Tyrier went to check on Altied, ”How is he?”
Young peeled back the eyelids and examined the pupils of Altied and said, ”He should be fine, with some rest, his brain just couldn't handle the backlash of some raw chaos magic.” Young kept away his medical supplies, ”Lucky he got high willpower and managed to resist the effects of the dark magic, if not,” Young shrugged, his hands mimicking a pair of wings flying away. ”I gave him 10 ccs of tranq-shot, it should sedate him till we can get him to proper medical aid.
Tyrier nodded and headed up to where Squad Three were setting up the comms gear. A small foldable antenna disk stood on top of a boxy device with dials and wires, with Doth hunched over it as he aimed the antenna disk into the skies, at roughly the position of where the recon UAV was scheduled to appear over.
”We got a connection,” Doth said, nodding to Tyrier. ”All yours.”
”Claymore Actual to Thunderchief do you copy over?” Tyrier spoke into his comms set in his helmet.
”-derchief reading you loud and clear, over.”
”Claymore Actual, requesting orders over.”
”Thunderchief, Command wants you to standby for confirmation of undead activity, should threat is still red, go secondary mission, over.”