Rising Anew Chapter 17 The Blades of War.txt
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Rising Anew, Chapter 17: The Blades of War
Cries of pain and death bore their way into the ears of all who heard them. The dead were slowly piling up along the walls as the defenders protected their home with heart and soul.
Narcenac and Tripoa had landed in the midst of some archers and quickly dispatched the group, before being assaulted by several Grimloth with short spears.
Minota had landed on top of a large burly Grimloth and knocked him onto his back before shoving her sword in his mouth and through the back of his head with a sickening crunch.
All three warriors were growing more and more exhausted as the fight wore on. The Grimloth horde never seemed to grow any smaller. Little by little they cleared a path back to the gates.
"Open the gates my brothers!" Tripoa cried out as he charged forward a few steps and sent his blade to gorge on the blood of another Grimloth archer taking aim over the wall.
Narcenac surged forward beside him. Slashing at any enemy he could as he waited for the gates to open. Blood soaked his fur and clothes as he added more to the deathtole. His confidence was boosted from his victories and he bagan to believe he could last even longer in this fight until suddenly a pain shot through his right hip and forced him to one knee. Barely able to turn fast enough, he swung his blade around behind him and burried it into the side of the small Grimloth who had burried its spear in his hip. Time seemed to slow as he watched blood splutter from its mouth and its undamaged eye bulge out then roll into the back of its head. Slowly it slumped down onto its knees as the blade slid out of its head.
The heavy oak gates slid open a few feet and a volley of arrows and stones hailed down on the Grimloth as Tripoa grabbed Narcenac by the arm and lifted him. Together they stumbled through the gate and collapsed inside as it slammed shut behind Minota. Narina rushed to her lover's side and screamed as she saw a steady stream of blood pooling beneath his right hip.
"Purrma!!!! Help!!!" she screamed as she tried to wrap up Narcenac's hip and stop the bleeding. Didge and Dadge rushed over and picked the young warrior up, rushing him into a nearby doorway and over to a room with a table. Inside a small elderly squirrel, named Trisha was tending to an arrow wound in the wrist of one of the defenders.
"Set him on the table." Trisha said calmly as she finished tying the bandage on the tiger's arm and sent him back to the fray. She looked at Narina, who stood in tears and was squeezing Narcenac's paw. "Narina, go... get me wet cloth and warm water."
Narina did as she was told, reluctant to release Narcenac for even a second. As she returned to the table with the water she felt her heart drop as she saw blood pooling on the edge of the table and on the floor, then as she handed the bucket of warm water to Trisha, she saw blood dripping from her fingertips.
Narcenac groaned as he reached for Narina, things growing hazzier and hazzier in his eyes. "Am i dying..."
Suddenly he felt warmth on his paw as someone grabbed it and little splashes of warmth splattered against the back of it as he felt fur brush over it. Slowly everything began to fade even more until nothing but darkness filled his sight.