General Alisandra, commander of the combined Elven armies, looked out over the battlefield and was concerned. This was the first time elves and men had faced each other in such large numbers. He knew his troops were skilled and brave, but there were just so damn many humans. He looked over at the human in the white outfit, and wondered if he had any gizmos that would help.

Overall they were evenly matched. The humans were a bit stronger, a bit sturdier, but the elves were more experienced and more nimble. He had planted a legion in hiding and taken the Queen’s soldiers by surprise. But the humans had quickly rallied. It was costly for them, but they had more than enough bodies to throw at the problem. Problems solved by blood were the human’s specialty.

And there were so damn many of them.

From his vantage point he could see the humans carving their way through his elven warriors. The Wielder of the Red Blade had promised him air support, whatever that was. But if it didn’t arrive soon, they would lose this fight.

Alisandra looked again to the west, hoping for reinforcements. He saw something, but it wasn’t what he had expected. He shielded his eyes from the sun and squinted. Dark shapes were just cresting the hills to the west.

“By the Gods,” he whispered.

A dozen or more enormous shapes, each the size of a house, were closing on the battlefield. The fighting below came to a sudden stop as all eyes went to the heavens as Gods entered the fray.

Dragons. The Wielder of the Red Blade had sent dragons!

Death descended on the human army with claws and fire, acid breath and lightening.