Warmoring (3)

The Battlefield, DarkRealms and Human land
5:03am
Haythia stabbed a young human boy, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes.
"Stupid." She scorned.
"Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from his chest. Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her Andreas but was unsuccessful in finding him, but she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for; He fought alongside his people. When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood hung around her nose, but she calmed herself. Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly, and so she must. Haythia walked up the the biggest tent. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled.
"What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Haythia looked through a crack in the tent, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat man sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this was going to be easy. Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and walked in. The fat king noticed her standing there and waved a plump hand at her.
"What are you doing here woman? Go back to your house and clean." He said. Haythia chuckled, for she was covered in blood and this fat fool thought that she was one of his people. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove this woman from my tent." He told them, and they moved to take Haythia out. When the guards were close enough Haythia took her two swords and stabbed the guards. When the king noticed that she wasn't kicking and screaming, he finally looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chest's of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose.
"W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him.
"How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Haythia put her blade to his throat.
"What makes you think I'm on your side?" She asked slyly, and before he could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke. The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets.
"I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out.
"Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig. When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent. Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the DarkRelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn.
"That works." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn. Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. The horn sounded loudly throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high.
"Your king is dead!" She yelled.
"Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face.