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The Steel Wurms charged at him like battering rams, fully intending to bring him down before he could gain any altitude.

They broke out of the valley floor in two spots at the same time, their iron-colored plates forcing up dirt and rock. Each supported a saddle-house made of riveted steel, and on top of them, two dark dwarves shouted obscenities as they controlled their primitive minds.

Eugene's wings flared out as he faced the first rockfall with a wall of fire that turned shards into steam and dust, swooping beneath the second monster's open maw. "Shields up! Break their left flank!" he shouted, and the front ranks moved left at his command.

His men straightened their shoulders and planted their feet, their pikes hitting the ground with a thud. Behind them, the Royal Knights directed their horses back for another charge.

The dwarves didn't let their failure to break their minds stall them, and soon, more rocks tumbled down from every side of the valley, trying to trap the knights. Eugene's fire swept across the landslide, turning it into slag.

One Wurm dove as he worked, trying to drive him away, while the other reared back, opening its maw to reveal a furnace-like throat; hot air blasted out with a stench, a putrid stench that told him they hadn't just fed it minerals, but the poison couldn't harm him.

"Don't waste your munitions on the wurms!" Eugene snapped, directing another wave of fire into a tunnel to prevent one of the massive monsters from smashing into the pikes from below.

"Aye!" Sir Leon didn't look back, dividing his men into two groups: one charged diagonally toward the left flank, while the other veered right to trap the Wurms. Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩

The dwarven infantry hurried to confront them, grimly determined to make them pay for every inch of ground. Bolts of magic flashed from every ridge, and the helmets lined with ghostgrass proved their worth once more. Men staggered, cursed, spat, but they kept swinging.

Eugene trusted them to do their work and continued to climb higher.

He faced the first Wurm with a white-hot plasma blade in his hands, driving it into its side the moment it tried to eat him. Its plates glowed, releasing heat through vents as the fires ate at it, but it didn't fall.

Unfazed by his initial failure, he condensed the flame into a more solid shape, tracing along the seams between plates. Smoke curled upward; a gap sizzled open, and the smell shifted from metal to meat.

The Wurm quickly dove back down to escape certain death.

A ballista crewed by dwarves swung his way and fired. Eugene folded his wings, rolled away, and let the bolt pass over him. It exploded against the wall, shredding rocks with its steel thorns.

The Knights reached the second ballista, and any sense of coherence from the dwarven back line was lost. The machine exploded as a massive warhorse charged into it, with the glow of a [Charge] skill ensuring it had the momentum to break through solid steel.

The second Wurm lunged at Leon's wedge, who responded as if he had anticipated the attack, standing atop his horse. His sword swung, releasing a wave of golden light that made the monster flinch, allowing his men to make a pass below it and fall upon the retreating dwarves.

"Keep it there!" Eugene shouted. "Give me some time!"

Leon didn't answer. He didn't need to. He stepped, cut, baited, and dragged the Wurm across a stone building, which cracked and folded, only to stand again as dwarf mages reshaped the ground.

Eugene erased the group with a sweep of his wing.

The first Wurm surfaced after a moment of silence, cautious of new traps. It suddenly snapped up, jaws opening wide as it tried to bite his legs off, but Eugene kicked its snout away, releasing a burst of fire that made it screech and retreat back into the earth.

"Reinforcements!" a captain called, and Eugene quickly reassessed the situation. The line held, but a Wurm had torn into the left flank, threatening to split the charge, as Dwarves poured into the breach.

He charged in and bellowed, unleashing the draconic power his new class granted him.

Men tensed up. Dwarves flinched, instinctively freezing.

Unleashing a wave of flames from his extended sword, he sealed the exit with bubbling silt that transformed into volcanic glass, forcing the dwarves inside to fight where they stood instead of retreating along the line.

Leon read his intention and re-engaged the first Wurm with his company. He stabbed his sword into the dirt and dragged it sideways.

Light burst from the cut, forming a clean groove that extended several feet until it reached the Wurm's plate. Something underneath it cracked, causing the Wurm to buck and writhe in pain, while the dwarves on top shouted obscenities, hunkering behind their shields as the rest of the company attempted to kill them.

Eugene didn't hesitate to seize that opportunity, trusting his men to manage the trapped dwarves in the glass trench, and erupted into a column of fire as he dove into the Wurm.

The scream changed as he tore into it, his blade cutting through feet and feet of biological rock, until it reached through the other side, decapitating it.

Knights swarmed the dwarves as they fell, unleashing their full martial skill against the psychic shield, which only lasted a few seconds before shattering.

The second Wurm tried to burrow around to take the line from behind, but the rangers knew better than to fall into such a trap and managed to enclose it in a [Knightly Duel] before it could submerge again, forcing it to fight.

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Eugene fired at the stone monster from fifty yards. Lava bubbled and melted gradually, until even a creature accustomed to magma flows like it could no longer withstand the heat.

The fight was over by then. Some dwarves threw down their blades and ran for the tunnels. Others fought to buy the runners more time. Most died, but some managed to escape into the darkness amid the chaos.