 Loves the Black Dog | Ninja Pirate...BEWARE! | High Queen of Narnia | GIRAFFE- made you look!
Clair used her sword to cut down a creature. "Where have they all come from?" she wondered.
Peter unsheathed his sword and immediately cut down an approaching beast. "I know..." he commented to Clair. He turned, his back to Clair so that nothing could sneak up behind them.
Ben looked around him. He ran up beside Clair and Peter. Still facing the enemy, he sighed. "There are too many of them!" he said above the roars of the enemy. He used his sword and turned to them again. "We're all tired from the first battle," he continued.
Aslan ran at the front of an army. "Hurry, there are a lot more of the enemy then there are of them!" he roared. Soon, the Griffen flew up to him. "The other army is coming from the South, they're ready and willing to fight," he told Aslan. Aslan nodded. "Good work," he said, slowing down. The army slowed down behind him and came to a stop. The cheetahs at the front laid down, waiting quietly. Centaurs loosened their swords in their sheaths while Dwarves and Fawns got their axes and swords ready. Aslan turned to face his army. "Fan out, we're going to surround the enemy from all sides. The Kings and Queens and their new friends are in the very center of the enemy, so do this as quickly as you can! Now, For Narnia!!" he roared. The army behind him yelled their battle cries and charged. Simialr sounds could be heard from the South as the army there charged as well. Aslan stood on a rock and watched as the Narnian army surrounded the army the Deatheaters had summonded. The Deatheaters' army, realizing that they were overpowered, soon surrendered. Aslan climbed down the peak and walked down toward the center of the armies. The Deatheaters' followers quivered as he walked past while the Narnians just bowed their heads and smiled with triumph. Aslan nodded back and soon he reached the middle. He was relieved to see everyone alright and only a little scratched up. "It is good to see you all well," he said, a smile in his voice. His amber eyes examined them further and his eyes crinkled as he looked over at Peter. "Let us head back up to the castle, the army can finish up here," he told them. As he started to walk away, he stopped by a paralyzed Deatheater. "Actually, why don't you all gather up these...Deatheaters," he said with disdain. He put a paw on the closest Deatheater. "These people belong in your world not ours," he said more kindly.
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