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one soldier’s throat and continued going, lodging in the chest of
another.
Erec then
raised his sword high and brought it down on the first soldier he reached,
chopping the shaft of his mace in half, then swinging around and chopping off
the man's head.
Erec
continued fighting, throwing himself into the group of men with all of his
remaining energy, thrusting, blocking, parrying, attacking all the soldiers who
swarmed him from all sides. He alternately raised his shield, blocking blow
after blow, and attacked; within moments, the soldiers were all converging
around him, dozens of them, attacking him from every direction.
He
killed more than he could count, but there were just too many of them, even
with the Duke’s men preoccupying the rear flank. One of them slipped a blow of
his mace past Erec, into his back, between his shoulder blades; Erec cried out
in pain as the spiked metal ball landed on his spine. He fell from his horse,
down to the ground, the impact winding him.
But he
did not give up. His instincts kicked in and he had the presence of mind to
roll immediately, raise his shield and block a blow descending for his head.
Then he parried with his sword, severing the man's arm.
A
soldier aimed to trample Erec’s head, and Erec spun out of the way, swung
around and chopped off the horse’s legs, sending its rider to the ground; Erec
then rolled over and stabbed the man in the chest.
More
and more men converged on Erec, and he rolled to his knees and blocked blow
after blow, countering when he could as he was swarmed. His shoulders were
weakening. A particularly large knight with a straight, long beard stepped
forward and raised an axe high. Erec raised his shield to block it, but another
soldier kicked it from his hand, and before he could react, a third soldier stepped
on his chest, pinning him down. There were just too many of them, and Erec was
too weary. There was nothing left he could do but watch as the huge knight
began to swing down his axe.
Suddenly
there came a great commotion, and Erec looked up to see Brandt arrive, raising
his sword high with a fierce cry, swinging with all he had, and in a single
blow chopping the shaft of the axe in half, and also chopping off the huge knight's
head.
There
followed the Duke and several others, attacking all the soldiers around Erec,
clearing a path to him. Erec spun, grabbed the soldier’s leg who was stepping
on his chest, and yanked him down to the ground; he then rolled over and
snapped the man’s neck with his bare hands.
Erec grabbed
a dagger from the dead man’s waist, spun around, and stabbed another attacker
in the side of the throat who had been swinging for him. He then gained his
feet, grabbed his sword from the bloody battlefield, and got his third wind.
Erec
swung in every direction, invigorated to fight with his friend Brandt at his side
again, as they were reinforced by more of the Duke's men. They soon cleared a
path, together, killing the dozen men converging on them.
Erec
found a horse and remounted, and was soon up there along with the others. He
took stock of the situation: he had been joined by several dozen of the Duke’s
men, and together, they faced what remained of the lord’s army, about a hundred
men. He immediately searched for Alistair, and found her mounted on her Warkfin
on the edge of the battlefield, watching over everything. She was safe from the
battle, and Erec was relieved.
Erec
breathed hard, Brandt beside him breathing just as hard, also covered in blood.
"I
knew I would fight by your side again," Brandt said. "I just didn't
think it would be so soon.”
Erec
smiled.
"It
seems I owe you my life once again,” he said.
"No
you don't,” Brandt said. "Remember Artania, ten years ago? Now we’re
even.”
As they
all prepared to charge against the hundred remaining men, suddenly, another cry
arose from the rear of the group, and Erec turned in confusion, trying to process
what was happening. He narrowed his
another.
Erec then
raised his sword high and brought it down on the first soldier he reached,
chopping the shaft of his mace in half, then swinging around and chopping off
the man's head.
Erec
continued fighting, throwing himself into the group of men with all of his
remaining energy, thrusting, blocking, parrying, attacking all the soldiers who
swarmed him from all sides. He alternately raised his shield, blocking blow
after blow, and attacked; within moments, the soldiers were all converging
around him, dozens of them, attacking him from every direction.
He
killed more than he could count, but there were just too many of them, even
with the Duke’s men preoccupying the rear flank. One of them slipped a blow of
his mace past Erec, into his back, between his shoulder blades; Erec cried out
in pain as the spiked metal ball landed on his spine. He fell from his horse,
down to the ground, the impact winding him.
But he
did not give up. His instincts kicked in and he had the presence of mind to
roll immediately, raise his shield and block a blow descending for his head.
Then he parried with his sword, severing the man's arm.
A
soldier aimed to trample Erec’s head, and Erec spun out of the way, swung
around and chopped off the horse’s legs, sending its rider to the ground; Erec
then rolled over and stabbed the man in the chest.
More
and more men converged on Erec, and he rolled to his knees and blocked blow
after blow, countering when he could as he was swarmed. His shoulders were
weakening. A particularly large knight with a straight, long beard stepped
forward and raised an axe high. Erec raised his shield to block it, but another
soldier kicked it from his hand, and before he could react, a third soldier stepped
on his chest, pinning him down. There were just too many of them, and Erec was
too weary. There was nothing left he could do but watch as the huge knight
began to swing down his axe.
Suddenly
there came a great commotion, and Erec looked up to see Brandt arrive, raising
his sword high with a fierce cry, swinging with all he had, and in a single
blow chopping the shaft of the axe in half, and also chopping off the huge knight's
head.
There
followed the Duke and several others, attacking all the soldiers around Erec,
clearing a path to him. Erec spun, grabbed the soldier’s leg who was stepping
on his chest, and yanked him down to the ground; he then rolled over and
snapped the man’s neck with his bare hands.
Erec grabbed
a dagger from the dead man’s waist, spun around, and stabbed another attacker
in the side of the throat who had been swinging for him. He then gained his
feet, grabbed his sword from the bloody battlefield, and got his third wind.
Erec
swung in every direction, invigorated to fight with his friend Brandt at his side
again, as they were reinforced by more of the Duke's men. They soon cleared a
path, together, killing the dozen men converging on them.
Erec
found a horse and remounted, and was soon up there along with the others. He
took stock of the situation: he had been joined by several dozen of the Duke’s
men, and together, they faced what remained of the lord’s army, about a hundred
men. He immediately searched for Alistair, and found her mounted on her Warkfin
on the edge of the battlefield, watching over everything. She was safe from the
battle, and Erec was relieved.
Erec
breathed hard, Brandt beside him breathing just as hard, also covered in blood.
"I
knew I would fight by your side again," Brandt said. "I just didn't
think it would be so soon.”
Erec
smiled.
"It
seems I owe you my life once again,” he said.
"No
you don't,” Brandt said. "Remember Artania, ten years ago? Now we’re
even.”
As they
all prepared to charge against the hundred remaining men, suddenly, another cry
arose from the rear of the group, and Erec turned in confusion, trying to process
what was happening. He narrowed his
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