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The first night of the assault I led the sortie myself, we were obviously expected. When we emerged from the forest the fields had already been scorched, so the humans can't eat without bringing their own food. As if this siege would last that long; we broke through their front lines, before the sun even rose. The village outside the city walls was repurposed into a bulwark, complete with barricades and archers. I ordered my front lines into a flat phalanx, once they locked their shields behind me we advanced. The first twenty shields blocked any projectiles from the front, while the twenty men behind them created a wooden canopy to stop any arrows that rained downward. I jogged ahead of the phalanx drawing fire from the humans under my command, easily smacking arrows off their trajectory with my great sword. We crossed the blackened fields without a single casualty, and the men's blood was full of fire and bravado.

I charged when we were within a hundred feet of their makeshift wall, made by scavenging the village kiosks and wagons. The enemy didn't realize I was a vampire yet; but when I cleaved through the barricade and two soldiers behind it, it became all too clear. Their defenses weren't meager by any human standard, but my strength splintered them effortlessly. My swing hit the wall dead center, carving through the center like water. Shards of wood and the two soldiers intestines, sprayed back into more shocked and terrified soldiers. Splintered wood at that velocity can easily punch through exposed skin, so a couple unlucky soldiers lost eyes or had bones broken in the shockwave. One poor bastard was covered from the waist up in his friends blood and viscera. I took it all in before the dust and debris had even settled, picking out my next targets. I felt bad for these guys, I really didn't belong on this field. The Guild is wasting my talents, and my employers are taking full advantage of it. The "enemy" doesn't even have a single mage, they have no hope against me.

The dust settles after my first attack, and I'm on my third kill. My men are pouring in behind me through the gap in their barricade; they are all frenzied for the kill, against a nearly broken enemy. So I sheathed my blade and made my way deeper into the village. I could hear the slaughter going on behind me, these sad defenders weren't just outmatched they were outnumbered as well. The remaining soldiers in the village center could hear it too; they were waiting in a semicircled spearwall, around the only paths opening. They were expecting a squad of heavily armored elites, instead they saw me. I wasn't wearing armor, just my black wyrven leather slacks and a vest of the same. I wasn't even wearing boots, my sword was clasped in it's leather strap on my back. From pommel to tip it was six and a half feet long, so I could strap it down my back and it wouldn't be in my way. The thickness of the blade actually afforded me some decent protection back there too. If it started impeding my agility too much I could always toss it aside, most humans can't lift it. So with bare hands I made my charge, letting loose a monstrous roar.

I can't believe I'm still being hired out to human armies, what the bleeding fuck are the guild masters thinking? My abilities and physical prowess make me more than a match for a whole squad of most humans. I'm nearly four hundred years old, and trained well beyond my age. I'll be leaving this Blooded Edge guild soon, I only hope they have the sense to not get in my way when I do. Still my blade is bound to them, so I'll take my mission seriously and finish it quickly. I'll be leading a full regiment in a city siege, my regiment will assault the western wall at dawn. I have already etched the necessary protective runes into my flesh and armor to shield me from the damned sun.

My orders are simple; assault from the forest in the western fields, burn and kill whatever defenders I find. Civilians too, this whole city is to be razed. I hate killing unarmed women and children, anyone that can't defend themselves. There really isn't any reason, it's pointless. Orders are orders though and I have done it before, just leaves a foul aura with you for a while. The lieutenants that are serving under me are from my employing city, as well as the rest of the men. My employers must have heard of me and decided Ii could lead their men better than whatever human general they had before. I wonder how this group will do their killing?