Fall of the Forsaken (on hold)

chapter 27

–Azriel–

Human blood? Alita!

Stepping towards the cavern I was stopped as a netaris hunter rushed at me with his knife.

I snarled and readily blocked his attack with my own blade before grabbing him by the throat and stabbing him in the side with my tails blade.

The hunter coughed up blood before I threw him down and turned back toward the cavern.

To my surprise however the man chose to get back up and snarl even as blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and charge at me again.

He didn't make it far before Tarkov came in and cut the hunters head clean off with his axe.

I watched the hunter's body fall, faintly unsettled by his desperation to end my life.

“Azriel!” Tarkovs voice snapped me out of my brief lapse of distraction as I lifted my gaze to him.

“focus! do not let your mind be clouded during such a battle!”

I nodded my head and hesitantly glanced back to the cavern. He was right, I needed to focus on our enemy, Alita. Is in safe hands Kora and the others will not let harm come to her.

Readying my spear once more I joined Tarkov as another warrior and two hunters turned their attention towards us.

We charged forward and clashed with our opponents, watching each other's backs as we fought. Tarkov swiftly dispatched the first hunter while I focused on the warrior.

The second hunter fought against Tarkov, attacking again and again, thinking they might be able to take down the older hunter with brute force alone.

As I ended the life of another netaris hunter I watched as Tarkov efficiently and swiftly disarmed the younger man, by cutting off his hand.

The hunter screamed in agony and stumbled back, falling to his knees, holding his injured arm in pain as Tarkov stood tall before him expecting the younger male to flee or even surrender.

“You need not die this day, go–” Tarkov growled at the hunter who only snarled back. Much to both of our surprise he screamed before picking up his discarded weapon again and jumped to his feet to attack once more only to be hit by an arrow in the back by one of our fellow tribesmen.

I nodded to the man in thanks and watched them redirect their focus to another target. while tarkov stared at the younger male lying on the ground before him still trying to get back up and fight even as life was draining out of him.

using my spear I stepped forward and ended the young hunter with one swift blow, to put him out of his misery.

“he could have lived but he chose to fight still…” Tarkov muttered.

“he was thick headed and didn't know when to quit–”

“No. The netaris are not soon foolish. They teach their hunters to choose their fights carefully at a young age.” Tarkov stated as he looked up towards the other battles. “something feels off about all of this, their numbers are dwindling faster than our own and yet they have not retreated they seem almost…desperate.”

following his gaze across the field of snow I could see what Tarkov meant. the Netaris were losing yet they were not stopping… it was also strange how they would bring so many to this fight simply over their ideals.

my eyes caught sight of two netaris warriors standing off on the sidelines. I watched as three hunters quickly joined them and they nodded to one another before rushing towards the cavern during the chaos of the fighting.