Dread Guard

Chapter 9

Still unedited oh well
Emma's POV (but still third person view):

Emma glanced over while still frantically fending off some of the orcs that surrounded her. Her elven falx, a curved sword, was barely keeping her alive. She couldn't fight off three huge orcs each wielding huge axes, hammers and clubs with her short sword. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Fraser, a huge gash on his side, a small blade on the end of his musket his only defence. She turned, parrying a particularly vicious axe blow before glancing back. Her legs almost gave out when she caught a glance of Genji on his knees, an enormous stone spear going right through him. The orcs took this distraction as a chance, and seconds later she was knocked down to the ground. The orcs above her started to fight over who got to kill her. Emma saw red. She had just watched Genji get stabbed right in front of her. She screamed and jumped up, stabbing an orc in the back. Another on raised an axe, but she leapt on its back and chopped off the head. Letting out a war cry, Emma jumped at another orc. Out of nowhere, a club shot towards her. Emma raised her sword to parry it, but she only succeeded in taking some force off it. It struck the back of her head, a strangled cry escaping her lips before she fell, unconscious, to the ground.

Fraser's POV:

Grunting, Fraser stabbed an orc in the neck with his bayonet, wincing in pain. His whole side was soaked in blood. He groaned as the orc he had stabbed got up. His bayonet wasn't long enough to penetrate deep enough to do any real damage. Another orc shouldered his way towards him. "He's my kill!" The orc he had stabbed roared. He advanced on Fraser, hammer poised to crush his skull."Don't worry," the orc growled menacingly "It won't hurt. For me." Just as the hammer started coming down, Fraser fired his musket that had secretly been loaded the whole time. "No. It did hurt." He grunted, pain lacing his words. All the other orcs backed away, fearing the musket. They didn't know it needed to be reloaded every shot. "That's right, you filthy animals! I can kill any of you with a squeeze of my finger."
"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!!" the cheiftan roared "he has to spend hours putting those magical balls up the stick before he can blast off the load" (A/N no pun intended). The orcs began to hesitantly approach him, increasing their pace when they saw Fraser's nervous face. They all of a sudden began to charge at him, and he scrambled to reload. He killed the orc at the front of the charge, buying him a split second which was long enough for him to take a musket ball out of his pocket before a hammer but his chest so hard that he flew about 20 feet in the air, his ribs cracking instantly. He hit a tree, smacking into every branches before hitting the floor. Black dots drifted around his vision and the world shrank down to a tiny forming the middle of darkness. He was still conscious. Conscious enough to feel his arm snap like a twig under the force of something. Conscious enough to feel the huge orc body that tumbled on top of him, still warm. And to feel the warm blood leak from his arm. It was only after THAT that he fell unconscious.

THIRD POV:

arrows rained throughout the area of the forest that the fight had occurred in. five cavalry men, headed up by two officers, sliced off the heads of all the orcs to ensure that they were dead. They recovered the broken body of the watchtower commander, as well as the unconscious elf and the half dead dwarf. "General Van Eykenhof," one of the commanders said to the other. "What do we do if... One of them don't make it?" She asked, concern all over her face.
"We'll deal with that when it comes to it."
"IF it comes to it." She reprimanded.
"Take them back, put the elf in the medical wing and the tower commander and the dwarf into intensive care ward. Judging by the trail of destruction they left in their wake, we need more people like them. They are the people who will save us from the Union. Anyway. We should leave. We've been here for too long already. We don't need to be attacked by more of them. Losing twenty men in a week is enough. It'll be a miracle if we make it back alive."
"Sir!" A soldier said."The injured are on horses, sir! We are ready to go!"
"Will Genji make it?" The commander asked anxiously, her eyes glistening with tears.
"It's too soon to tell," the medic said. "He's barely hanging on as it is."