The wounded Baron Geer was overpowering Curtis Blackwell, the deputy of the raiding battalion. 

"Your head is mine!" 

Pushing away the smaller man's spear, Geer towards his neck.

Before the blade reached the neck, Geer's arm was pierced with an arrow. 

"Argggg!" 

He pulled his blade away painfully but still managed to block Curtis's attack with his shield.

Geer turned to his left.

Ruby haired dalish girl was directing her bow at him from the female strategist's side. 

Another arrow flew at him. He dodged it but it still scratched his cheek.

"Dangerous bitch!"

He cursed but he had to block Curtis's attacks. 

"Thank, lady Gheyna!" Curtis Blackwell shouted and attacked the cautious Geer.

It had become two versus one. A shield bearer was against an archer and a spearman.

Not far from Geer, Sten and Lazar were dumbfounded by the dalish woman's one-sided slaughter of their men.

"Sten. Calm down. We had to stop that demi-human!"

Lazar barked and drove his horse towards Mithra. 

The sharpness of his halberd as he swung it from atop his mount was comparable to that of Sten’s attacks. 

Lazar clearly had the upper hand in physical strength. He managed to push back the dalish woman. Then Sten jumped in the moment he saw an opening.

Facing the fierce attacks of the two knights alone, even Mithra's magically imbued sword had no chance and she had to take a step back.

“Thanks, milord…”

“Let’s do it together, alright!?”

As Sten regained his calm upon hearing Lazar’s voice, he nodded

The initiative now belonged to the two knights.

Lazar stepped in and swung his great sword, and the Mithra met her blade, but this time, Sten was also present.

Sten swung his halberd and aimed for the Mithra’s delicate neck. If that attack of his hit, he would undoubtedly take the woman’s head.

The dalish woman had no choice but to retreat although the two men persistently chased after her.

As he was teaming up with his subordinate against Mithra, Lazar had the time to glance at the battlefield.

At the initial stage, the invaders were numerically superior but after Geer and his men joined, both sides were equally numerous.

By right, the victory would be decided by either the leaders killing the opposite leaders or the both sides had to fight for hours until the last man standing. 

Shockingly, the situations were not occurring. 

Instead, the defenders were losing men left and right at very alarming speed.

Lazar's sharp eyes noticed three women at different spots in the battlefield. They were far superior than his knights that his men were easily killed. 

The tall muscular woman with a spear who was presumed to be the leader. She single-handedly killed many men.

There was another muscular young woman who wielded a claymore. Like the spear wielding muscular woman, this woman whose cantaloupe coloured hair was parted in the center, the top layer was looped into braids, leaving ends loose and curly, had been steadily killing his men left and right.

The third woman was petite compared to the two muscular women. 

She was a slender girl with a feminine build. Her face has short, blonde hair, and an unnerving evil expression that is only further augmented by her red eyes. She wore revealing armor that consisted of a breastplate with a black strapless bra underneath, and armor for her arm, with a gap between her pauldrons and vambraces on each arm. Her midriff was exposed and her legs were also unprotected, only sporting garters and asymmetrical boots, with her left one being knee-high and right one being the size of a shoe. Her collarbone and cleavage area was also exposed, with only the gap in between the two clavicles being covered by the intersection of two straps that are used to adjust the pauldrons (shoulder armor). Her hands were armored, giving them the appearance of claws.

She dashed to every corner of the battlefield while cutting men in a joyful manner. 

He turned his gaze at the dalish woman who was still not defeated by the two men's joint attacks.

Beside the female strategist, a dalish archer had been sniping Geer who was struggling defending against a spearman and the female archer. 

He instinctively realized something sinister. The defenders had three high class fighters - Baron Geer, Sten and himself. But the invaders had six high class fighters within their ranks. 

The invader's strategy was not to defeat the defenders with sheer numbers. 

From earlier on, the invaders had many high class fighters that could kill many men by themselves. 

Lazar was lured out from the fortress and he confidently jumped into the battlefield. 

It was not about 500 men  pitted against 500 men. 

It was all about 3 high class fighters killing 500 men with the help of another 500 men while three high class local fighters were busy dealing with another three high class fighters among the invaders.

His men were dwindling quickly in numbers and the three local best fighters were still not winning.

When Lavar and Sten saw that, they glanced at each other.

“…Fuck!!”

“All forces are to escape to the fortress!”

They knew continuing this battle any further was meaningless.

But it was too late. Geer fell as an arrow pierced into her face.

No invaders died. They were surrounding the two men.

"We were tricked." Lazar laughed.

The tall woman came forward as if to challenge him to a duel.

"Irijina, no!" The strategist, Cass Brankovic yelled at her pile sister to forbid her from acting against her scheme.

"Everyone. Gang on them." Cass commanded the fighters to attack the two men simultaneously.

Strategist schemed. Strategists had no honour in their dictionary.