Spirit Game

With each bellow, the ground seemed to tremble, and the Hobgoblins faltered, their confidence wavering at the sight of the rampaging beast.

Amber\'s eyes blazed with a fierce, primal intelligence, targeting clusters of enemies. She swung her massive head, sending Hobgoblins flying, their screams lost in the cacophony of war.

Her thick, shaggy fur was matted with blood and wasn\'t stopping with her advance. Archers attempted to bring her down, but their arrows barely penetrated her tough hide.

Amber\'s roar grew louder, more furious, as she trampled and gored her way through the battlefield, creating a path of destruction and chaos.

"General Helliana we need to escape!" General Thorgar shouted at the Orc.

Helliana ignored him and leaped out of the warhorse to Amber. "To the Warchief!" she commanded, and Amber followed with a roar.

"General Helliana! Get back here! We must escape!" Thorgar tried to reason with her, but Helliana\'s ears were closed.

Helliana was impervious to the calls and shouts. Her attention was solely fixed on her father. In that moment, she was blind and deaf to everything else, consumed by a singular purpose: to rescue her father and nothing else.

Amber thundered through the battlefield, her massive frame crushing everything in her path as she barreled toward King Kargoth. Her tusks gored through enemy ranks, sending Hobgoblins flying and breaking their lines.

But the enemy was relentless. As Amber pushed forward, a barrage of arrows, spears, and blades rained down upon her.

The valiant warmammoth roared in pain but continued her charge. General Drakthor and Morzog, the Hobgoblin commanders, halted their advance, directing their troops to focus on the mighty beast.

Hobgoblins swarmed around Amber, slowing her advance, their spears and blades piercing her thick hide. General Drakthor and Morzog slashed at her legs, slicing deep into her calf. With a pained bellow, Amber stumbled and crashed to the ground, the earth shaking beneath her massive weight.

Helliana bit her lip, her heart breaking for her loyal steed, but it was too late to turn back now. She couldn\'t escape without her father.

She leaped from Amber\'s back, landing deftly on the blood-soaked ground, and sprinted toward her father\'s location. Gritting her teeth, she spared a final glance at Amber, now surrounded by Hobgoblins who mercilessly brought her noble steed down.

The warmammoth\'s valiant effort had not been in vain, but the sight of her loyal companion succumbing to the swarm of enemies fueled Helliana\'s resolve.

She would avenge Amber and save her father, no matter the cost!

"Kraggul!" Helliana roared, her voice echoing across the battlefield. Hobgoblins rushed to block her path, but she wasn\'t deterred. With a powerful leap, she soared over them, landing gracefully on the ground. Her knives flashed in the dim light, cutting down several Hobgoblins as she advanced.

There were still a hundred meters between her and her father, and the Hobgoblins were relentless in their efforts to stop her.

"Fool!" Warchief Kargoth bellowed at Helliana. "Get out of here!"

But Helliana didn\'t listen. She pushed on, her resolve unshakable. No matter what her father said, she would not escape. She would not abandon him.

"Father!" Helliana\'s eyes widened in horror as King Kraggul struck her father straight in the stomach when Kargoth momentarily lost focus because of her.

"NOOOO!" Helliana screamed, going on a rampage, her every effort focused on reaching her father. She was only a few meters away, so close she could almost touch him.

"Foolish Orc, you should have escaped when you had the chance!" General Drakthor appeared before Helliana and swung his axe.

Helliana immediately defended herself with her knives, but the force of the blow sent her flying. She crashed to the ground, groaning in pain, but she had no time to rest. The spear of General Morzog loomed over her face.

She rolled to the side just in time, the spear stabbing into the ground where her head had been a moment ago.

Helliana had no time to catch her breath as the two Generals attacked simultaneously, forcing her to step back. Her knives flashed again, parrying and striking in a desperate dance of survival.

Helliana faced the two generals, her knives flashing as she parried and struck with every chance she got. She moved with the speed of a seasoned hunter and an expert knife wielder. Despite being known as a long-range combatant, her close combat prowess was nothing short of extraordinary.

General Drakthor swung his axe with brute force, but Helliana sidestepped the blow, countering with a swift slash across his chest.

General Morzog lunged with his spear, and Helliana deftly spun away, her knives slicing through the air to deflect the attack.

The two generals cursed in frustration, astonished by her strength and skill.

"How is this possible?" Drakthor spat. "She\'s supposed to be a long-range fighter!"

"Her close combat skills match ours!" It wasn\'t fair! Morzog growled, his eyes narrowing at Helliana.

Helliana felt a surge of hope rekindle within her. "I can do this," she thought, her resolve solidifying.

She unleashed her special skill [Hunter\'s Wrath] a technique that allowed her to channel her inner predator, enhancing her speed and strength to overwhelming levels.

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In a blur of motion, she struck with blinding speed, landing multiple hits on the two generals, sending them reeling away, bloodied and disoriented.

The generals staggered back, cursing at their misfortune. Helliana seized the moment, quickly knocking an arrow and drawing her bow. She aimed at the fallen generals, ready to finish them off.

But before she could release the arrow, an explosion rocked the ground behind her. The force sent her sprawling forward, a searing pain erupting in her back.

She cried out, the shock and agony causing her to cough up blood. Her vision blurred, and her strength waned, but she fought to stay conscious, driven by the need to save her father and complete her mission.

When she looked over she saw General Vargash, smirking at her It was now three Hobgoblin Generals against her.