(OLD) Forever Desires

Chapter Twenty

Twenty

Not even trying to dodge the sword, I loosened the tenancy in my muscles and waited for excruciating pain to radiate from my body. Except that didn't happen. Having the relief wash over me as the sword was pulled from my calf, I couldn't help but let a moan of relief escape my lips. Even without tight muscles being stabbed in the calf hurt. Raising my head, I noticed the body of someone familiar.

Keeping my eyes focused on the quick, black silhouette, I saw the arm bleeding intensely with it's fingers laced around various fallen swords. Kemint. Being startled by the figure helping me, I stared up at his dark eyes until sense was brought to me as I watched a sword head straight for his back. Quickly staggering to my knees, I grabbed the sword and dug it in the ground, before catching some more.

These swords weren't being thrown at random. They were headed straight for me. To kill me.

They were being controlled.

Realizing this, a small smirk played on my lips as I quickly dodged the swords headed towards me and pulled Kemint down. He slammed against the ground as I continued to fend of the incoming swords with an exact duplication of a sword heading towards me. My palm dripping in sweat, I laced my fingers tighter against the handle and swung the blade towards the incoming glare of a blade. Hearing crashes echo through The Gardens, I snuck a glance at Cover.

He was going to die if I didn't do something. Fast.

Handing Kemint the sweaty swords, I let a cold look being sent at him. "If you do what I just 'demonstrated', you'll be accept by me partially more." I informed him, being cut off by a grunt at times as I dodged the swords, Sail kept pointing out. "But you'll have to leave Nitera; I can't stand girls at all." With that, I stepped backwards and quickly parted ways.

Hearing the sound of blades continue to fall, I weaved through the swords as I neared Cover. My hand reaching out, I quickly gripped the handle of the sword and began to yank swords from his legs and right arm. My hands getting smothered in sweat and metallic blood, I heard a loud thump. Sail appeared with a bag hanging from his shoulder and laid it next to Cover's head. Quickly yanking two swords from the ground he helped Kemint reluctantly fend off swords. That guy was lucky. Too lucky.

Kneeling next to Cover, I rummaged through the bag and managed to find two clean rolls of bandages and four old, disgusting orange shirts. Slowly and gently, I pressed the shirts against Cover's leg. His voice held back no moans of relief or groans of pain, as I continued to gently clear the blood from the large wounds. It amazed me at how fast his recovery was sometimes.

Pulling out a metal water bottle, I could feel the iciness of the water tempt me to drink it — I held back. Unscrewing the lid, I set it beside my thigh. Hearing a stash of swords near me, I quickly spun around to my feet and grabbed a deeply wedged sword. Yanking two out, I made an 'X' with them and quickly fended off the swords before catching Kemint's and Sail's attention. Once closer to me, I returned my attention to Cover. My fingers dipping in the water, I gently cleansed the wounds using my middle and index finger. Carefully rubbing his gash in a soft circular motion.

Finishing up, I grabbed an orange shirt and dabbed his wounds slowly. Hearing blades being flung and dropped, I could feel several head towards Kemint and Sail. Standing up, I picked up my two swords and charged through them. My swords tight in my hands, I flicked the blades, keeping the swords far from my face and body. The attack suddenly disappeared, I scurried back to Cover and gently elevated his leg with the bag. Unwinding the bandages from the roll, I wrapped the tight and neat against his calf then continuing upwards, after tearing off and pinning.

The process was painfully simple. Completing half a limb, I was brought to my feet and helped fend off swords then flung myself back to Cover. A simple routine that repeated over as time passed.