The One Who's Fallen

Chapter 121

With our swords drawn, Lexa and I silently approach the group of Reapers. They only notice us when we're a few steps away, which is better than I expected. When the first Reaper sees us, Lexa and I leap into action. A spare dagger from my armor goes flying right into its forehead as it reaches for it's own weapons. The other Reapers notice when their buddy falls on his back with my dagger coming out of his head.

We rush them, our swords out and ready to kill. We end up cutting down two more before they manage to get their weapons out.

Lexa and I stand next to each other, watching the group carefully as they all look to who must be the leader/boss Reaper. He's the largest out of all of them (which is saying something).

Lexa flexes her grips on her swords as we wait for them to make the first move. It doesn't take long for a Reaper to get impatient and run over at us. We break apart and dodge it's sloppy attack.

It swings it's mace and tries to hit me, apparently deeming me as the weaker out of Lexa and me. I block and push back, causing it to lose it's balance. It stumbles back towards Lexa, who thrusts her sword through it's back. It lets out a gurgle, blood coming out and covering it's lower lip and chin before it collapses on the ground, dead. Lexa pulls out her sword and twirls it, eyeing the remaining Reapers who look thoroughly intimidated.

The Reapers give up all pretense of calmness and patience and come at us all at once, probably hoping to overwhelm us. I find myself thankful that we're so in tune as we duck and dodge from blades. We manage to not hit each other and end up saving each other's butts more times in just a few minutes than I'm really comfortable with.

We shift our positions after Lexa gives me a look. We move in tandem, using a complicated fighting style that, according to Lexa, even the most experienced warriors have trouble with. It involves truly knowing the other person you're fighting alongside and moving with them. When we first started out, we were terrible at this and kept hitting each other. But now, we understand each other on a level I didn't think was possible. Now, the Reapers struggle to dodge our flurry of attacks, let alone try to attack us.

By some stroke of luck (plus a lot of skill on our part), we don't let many Reapers past us. And those who do manage to get past us are either fatally wounded or are injured and then killed by Lincoln, who's waiting a few steps away.

We end up stopping using our technique as the numbers of our enemies dwindles and goes under five. It's not long after that when I see Lexa thrust her swords into the gut of another Reaper out of the corner of my eye.

I'm currently fighting the boss Reaper, who evidently isn't happy about me killing all of his minions. The raw power behind his attacks makes me wonder what the heck they feed these guys. I mean, I know they eat dead bodies and nasty stuff but these guys are seriously muscled. And this one's bigger than Lincoln. Like twice his size. If he didn't hunch over like an old-timey movie villain, his head would scrape the top of the cave.

Lexa's still fighting the others, gesturing for a concerned Lincoln to stay where he is. The Reaper seems to notice my distraction and grins so widely his dry lips crack apart and reveal yellowed and blackened teeth. I nearly gag at the stench coming from his mouth. It smells like death.

While I'm working on my gag reflex, this douche pulls a dirty move and takes one hand off of his sword. It takes all of my strength to keep him from cleaving me in half, there's no chance that I'm going to be able to take a hand off of my weapons and stop him from whatever he's doing. I eye his hand warily, flicking my gaze between that and his giant sword.

He pulls out a dagger and I barely twist out of the way in time to avoid it from sinking into my stomach. He keeps swiping, alternating between his dagger and his sword until he has me backed against a wall of the tunnel.

I decide then that the gentlewoman's rules can go out the window. He used a dirty trick, the I can too. So I do the first thing I think of. I slam my knee into his crotch. His eyes go wide and he howls in pain (I swear I can faintly hear Raven and Octavia's laughter in the background).

He clutches himself and lowers his head with a pained grunt, his face screwed up in agony. I use the hilt of my sword to hit his lowered chin, making his stumble back into the opposite wall.

Annoyed and ready to get this over with, I twirl my swords in my hands like Lexa does and advance on him. He's evidently dazed, with his giant sword clattering to the ground while he loosely holds onto the dagger. His head must have hit the wall or something for him to be so stunned.

I raise my swords and thrust forward with all of my might in order for them to get in deep enough to be fatal. I can't place why he has a smug smirk on his face as he does until I hear Lexa's frantic voice.

I blink and look over at her as I step away from his dead body, slumped against the wall. I snap back into focus and hear the words she's saying instead of just the vague sounds.

"-rke! Clarke! Can you hear me?" Lexa asks, rushing up to me.

I frown in confusion. Why is she leaving Lincoln to kill the last Reaper when she could do it?

"Yeah I can hear you." I confirm. "What's wrong?"

Lexa lets out a choked, disbelieving laugh. "What's wrong? Clarke, you've been stabbed!"

My eyes go wide and I look down at myself. Sure enough, the leader dude's dagger is sticking out of my right shoulder. Dang, shock is a helluva drug.

Aaaahhh I couldn't resist. She's okay, she'll be okay, I promise! Just some added angst!! Next chapter, the plan continues! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!