Oric continued pushing forward, now making his way up a set of stairs out of the courtyard. With Aquila's crimson blade leading the way, forced his way up to the armoury door. Oric blocked an overhead slash and then spun to his right, avoiding another blow. Out of the main body of Destrian Shadows came a large Minotour armed with a large hammer and shield. Oric's attackers backed off as the huge beast roared and charged at the Drosin king.
Oric ducked and weaved out of the way of the first charging attack, sheathing his sword and readying an arrow. Its back now open for an attack, Oric squeezed off three arrows at the minotour. The first arrow burried itself into the Shadow's right shoulder forcing him to drop down to a knee. The second projectile wizzed by the beasts ear narrowly missing and the third shot struck the minotours leg. Shaking off its injuries, the bull like animal charged forward again swinging its hammer repeatedly towards Oric.
Oric dropped and rolled under the first blow and used a combination of sword and shield to deflect the others. Now it was Oric's turn to go on the offensive. He lunged forward at the beast's ribs, however the minotour slid his shield over just in time to block. Next Oric strung together a combo of slashes and kicks, each time connecting with the oak of the Destrian shield. Finally, Oric faked a slash to his opponents chest and quickly dropped down following through at its legs.
Aquila met flesh cripleing the mythical animal, forcing it to collapse to the ground. The beast swung one last time at the Drosin king who side stepped the futal attempt severing the bull's head. Oric looked out into the courtyard. His men were driving the attackers back. Their phallaxs were holding and the Shadows were begining to break formation and run. However something didnt seem right. Just Oric's men began to make their final push to rid the streets of Peace city from its attackers, the shadows began to drop like flys. But not from a drosin arrow or blade. They were willingly throughing themselves on the ground.
Bewilldered Oric looked up to the tower to see one of Shadows generals hovering above Valentine tower. He watched in horror as his men began to get dragged out of the city by some invisable force. Soon Oric himself began to feel the effects. His feet began to slowly slide back. He dug his knife inbetween two cobble stones and held on tightly. However the blade slowly began to bend and then snapped, sending Oric flying out of the city and into the original battlefield outside.
He landed with a thump and skided a few feet, rolling over on his side. Oric had landed on his arm and suspected it to be broken. Utterly shocked by the battles sudden change in direction, Oric gingerly rose to his feet and began to call out orders. "Reform ranks!! Organize yourselves!" But everyone was so spread out and confused the words had no effect. "Fall back into the woods! Pull back to the woods!" He couldnt believe he was saying it, but Oric was ordering a retreat. He had no other choice. At least for now, the Shadows had control of Valentine City.