The City In The Sky

Chapter 1 : Part 3

Man by man, Brynjolf ripped apart the enemy forces, slicing and stabbing them where it hurts. Blood dripping from his blade onto his hands and chains gave him a look so fierce that multiple times enemy soldiers shouted "oh hell no! I'm out!" And sprinted away like cowards.

When he finally rejoined his comrades they created a shield wall with the remaining men to ward off the rest of the enemies. Because of this, the tides turned and Brynjolf's side began to slaughter the enemies at around 20 kills a minute with only 1 ally death per 5. Until the musketmen started to fire. "Pow!" bullets ripped through everything,  killing anything in their way. Brynjolf ducked and went prone on the ground with his shield in front of him, his enemy made the mistake of firing all at once giving Brynjolf the time to pick himself up off the ground and sprint towards the enemy with his remaining allies. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed as he sprinted toward the enemy forces with his shield up. When suddenly, he slipped over, and he fell.  it had started raining and the ground was worn from people running about, producing mud everywhere. He was covered in it, its brown disgusting feel on his skin made him cringe, and it was cold, freezing cold. Blood dripped from his head onto the ground, he hadn't noticed it before, but he hit his head on a rock, giving him a minor concussion. it wasn't even a big or sharp rock, it was just a pebble and the only thing it had going for it was, it hit the spot where Brynjolf previously fell. He began to lose consciousness, seeing less violence every second, hearing fewer screams every second, until he was unconscious.