The Last Warlock

Looking far in the distance, Mack could see thousands of mages and acolytes lining up.

The battle was about to begin. Probably the last one of this war.

"What are you waiting for?!"

Said Mack, looking to Raz.

Raz raised his hand and screamed something that Mack could not hear, and made a circular motion with his hand in the air.

Then Mack saw all the warlocks in that small camp stopping doing what they were doing and walking toward Raz.

After less than a minute, every warlock there was in front of Raz. Waiting for his orders. .

Mack quickly counted, and there were around 40 warlocks in total.

"I hope it will be enough"

Murmured Mack.

Raz gave orders, and the warlocks quickly divided in three squads.

After a few rounds of inaudible commands, Raz looked at Mack and gave a nod.

It was all ready.

"First squad, follow me! We are the tip."

Screamed Mack, already walking outside the camp.

And the almost twenty warlocks followed.

Not long after, the others two squads followed behind.

If one looked from afar, they would see 40+ warlocks moving in a 'goose' formation. Or in simple terms in a 'V' formation.

Mack was the tip of the formation, and Raz was right in the middle of this formation. Raz was the only warlock there that could cause damage from a long distance, like mages did.

A simple and straightforward strategy is most of the times the better choice.

Mack didn't read many books when a child, at least is what he thinks, but he compensated in his adult life. And one of the books he read was the famous The Art of War by Sun Tzu.

To tell the true, Mack only read this book because it was trendy at the time. But once reading it, he realised that most of his way of thinking aligned with the strategies and phases of the book. He just didn't know how to put in 'words' before.

Mack, different from most normal people, didn't have a peaceful life. Running and killing was part of his daily routine. He didn't had a choice. Or he learned how to survive or he would be dead by now.

"Incoming!"

Screamed Mack to alert the fireballs coming their way.

Warlocks didn't use shields. And that's why most of normal battle tactics didn't work with them. They didn't have a clear way to defend. All depended on each individual experience and thinking to come with a way to defend or evade when under attack. Thus, breaking any kind of formation.

But this was about to change.

Raz raised his hand, and the fireballs exploded while still in the air.

"They prepared a firework show to welcome us! Lets make them know how much we appreciate!"

"By sending them to their graves!"

Screamed Mack, running toward the mages.

Normal warlocks had the advantage in close combat. They needed to engage in battle as soon as possible to maximize their advantage and reduce losses.

"Incoming!"

Another round of fireballs, and Raz raised his hand again.

This time no one stopped running or watched the beautiful fireworks that Raz provided them, because in the next twenty meters they were about to clash with the mage's army.

Only 40 ish warlocks against a sea of mages and acolytes.

All the warlock army was at the camp waiting to defend and use the small hill as an advantage point.

Mack was not stupid, nor Raz was. They were not aiming to suicide themselves or stop the mage army with only 40 warlocks.

Their goal was way beyond that.

"Prepare for contact!"

Mack raised his hand and touched his index finger.

~flash~

Hundreds of acolytes in front of Mack went blind.

And in the next second, sounds of swords clashing with staffs and bodies falling to the ground permeated everyone's ears.

Mack sword hacked an acolyte in two halves and another one came in his place trusting his staff in Mack direction, but before he could touch Mack, a dagger was shot in that acolyte's left eye.

Warlocks were raised as warriors with every single one in this group having countless battles on their belts, and their senses were as sharp as the daggers they carried.

Mack looked to his right side while impaling another acolyte and saw a mage coming to help those acolytes.

"Right side Raz!"

And in the next second, that mage stopped running and fell to his knees with his head looking at his own back.

Mack's gaze changed to the front, and a fireball was coming from the sky. They really didn't care for the acolytes.

~boom~

That fireball exploded mid air.

The heat assaulting everyone close.

Mack kicked the impaled acolyte still stuck at his blade, making three more stumble and fall, and thrust his sword at another one on his left.

Battle was a chaotic place.

One slip and your head could fall.

Mack gave a quick sprint and hacked an acolyte's head.

But the cut was not clean, and that acolyte kept walking and stumbling on his own comrades with his half head on the ground.

~stumble~

Someone pushed that acolyte and he fell, now finally dead.

Mack moved back three steps, and two warlocks each at one side of Mack passed by him.

Each one killing another acolyte.

Mack threw his dagger to the front, and another one was dead.

A quick sprint again and another one to maim.

Mack rolled back and recovered his dagger, but that dagger could not rest on his belt today because another acolyte was about to stop breathing this day.

~swish~

Mack threw his dagger and stood up, blocking a staff with his left hand.

That acolyte tried to retrieve his staff, but a kick came to his side.

~stumble~

An acolyte went flying.

Mack, still with that acolyte staff in his left hand, gave a little jump and thew ahead.

Another one dead.

"Hold the tip!"

Screamed Mack with all his lungs.

And two warlocks behind him came to the front.

Mack took a breath and looked behind, only to see Raz full of smiles.

'What a freak'

Mack's gaze went to the front, and another mage was there waiting for his prom.

"Lets have a dance!"

Said Mack aloud, already moving his sword for another round.