By Daniel Fellows
Glamrik chuckled to himself as he clambered awkwardly up the hillside, the craggy rocks notoriously difficult to navigate. He would never have normally exposed himself to the dangers but desperation had driven him to this point and he knew that if he acted quickly he would be well out of harms way once he reached the top. Besides the position at the top of the hill would provide him with a wonderful view of the action should his devilish scheme come to fruition.
Glamriks better judgement told him that he should have left this place long ago with the rest of his kin but he could not resist a final stab at the hated Britanans and he was confident he would be able to easily catch up with the rest of his people once he had finished slaughtering the puppet soldiers of Unglandan. Glamrik had carefully weighed up the risks involved and decided that it was worth it, nothing could possibly sway him from his sacred duty now.
He waited nervously and held his breath as the unmistakeable red hue of the Britanan uniform slowly came into view in the distance, his eye twitched involuntarily and he dribbled ravenously as the Auxillium Sagittarius he had left stationed at the foot of the hill quietly whirred into life accompanied by a warm humming sound. The cannons of the Sagittarius rotated slowly into position and then just as the Britanans appeared from cover and exposed themselves fully… THWAP!
The cannons of the Sagittarius thundered furiously into life belching thick beams of sickly black light upon the hated enemies of the Nuem. Tatters of cloth and stuffing flew through the air and scattered across the landscape as the soldiers of King Jorje were blasted to oblivion by the deadly autonomous contraptions of the Nuem.
Glamriks laughter grew louder and louder as he watched from the safety of the hillside and enjoyed the wonderful glory of the kill. Once the dust had settled he stayed for a while and allowed the exhilarating rush of his victory to slowly fade from his body, his skin was prickly and tingling yet his heart was numb and cold, his cruel laughter continued long into the night even when he had travelled far from the scene, his Auxillium still scuttling quietly behind him wherever he went.
