Formations were made and just as light came about the goblins stormed out of their gates. The battle continued just as it ended the night before. Furious war cries deafened many as blades, maces, and polearms swung into their enemies.

Above all of the noise was a *crack* of thunder as a lightning bolt slammed into an unsuspecting Althainian maceman, burning his face to a crisp.

A couple of hundred of Althainia militia who had volunteered to travel along days before to help bring their nation a victory against these goblins stood in fear. "We didn't sign up to die, we signed up to win!" shouted one man. The Althainian militia began their retreat towards their home.

The mage Kentanin sent a massive fireball into the air slamming into Jormungander's body. The enormous Blue Dragon came smoking down into the ground crushing a unit of Althainia Macemen. Immediately, Xiervence led his knights on the charge against the stunned Dragon. A unit of Goblin Pikemen quickly surrounded the Dragon and brought down 3 of the 6 knights from their mounts. Others were caught by goblin crossbowmen and knocked clean from their horses.

Xiervence gasped one of his last breaths. He stood, dizzy and his vision blurry. He felt his body get yanked into the air and all went black. "The dragon has me" he thought to himself.

Meanwhile the unit of goblin crossbowmen began an attack on their Althainian rivals. Arball ordered that the crossbowmen stand their ground and exchange fire. Yawg seeing this, ordered his unit of crossbowmen to flank the goblin unit. It took only 11 minutes to rid this battle of goblin crossbow attacks.

Xiervence awoke. He immediately felt his chest and legs surprised to not have dragon teeth marks in him. Florellia, the cleric smiled at him. Xiervence immediately asked what happened, he was sure the dragon had him. Florellia responded "Rowen made a dashing run leaning off his horse and pulling you on to his. You should thank him, his mount caught a pointed arrow immediately afterwards and his leg when the horse fell. But he brought you to me, broken leg and all."

Jormungander rose and blindly swung his claws in anger and pain. His strike took out a group of Goblin militia and a group of Althainian Pikemen before he could see clearly. A sharp painful cut tore into his neck as Armathor slashed his sword at the Great Beast. Blood trickled from Jormunganders neck as he leapt into the air in attempt to escape. He only got 40 feet into the air before he fell back down to earth. The Althainians charged at the Dragon and had him cornered. Looking around Jormungander saw a vast cave and quickly made his escape into it.

Hours upon hours of battle had occurred and many soldiers fought until they dropped from weariness. The Althainians had managed to slay most of the Goblin Infantry and a good portion of the Goblin Militia. Upon darkness, the goblins retreated back within their walls and the Althainians took some much needed rest. Only the catapult remained active this night as Althainia lunged boulders over the walls into the city and the cleric Florellia healed many wounds allowing soldiers some much deserved rest. Soldiers had surrounded the entrance of the cave to prevent an escape from the Dragon, if it still lived.

Kahn Tarion knew his numbers were slimming and pondered his next move. He strolled through the streets of Dolund'ir when he was approached by a green goblin covered in dark cloth. Tarion took an interest since this goblins color seemed different. In one fluent movement the goblin pulled a dagger and lunged for Tarion's throat, nicking him slightly. Tarion removed his sword and beheaded the off balance assassin. Someone wanted him dead but whom?

Midnight came with no events. This battle looked as if it may be decided by one more day.