Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

Goddamnit

"Y/N, redcoat, 6'o'clock!" John would shout, reaching for his Saber. Washington taught you all that. If someone screamed redcoat, you'd best take out your weapon and fight. You'd quickly pull out your Saber and turn around, your Saber making a sound of metal clashing together as your Saber and George's sword met. He'd chuckle. "Well, Washington taught you well, I'll say that. You won't hold up very long in your health state." He'd say, pulling his sword up to strike again. Well, this was now a full on sword fight.

Clang! Clash! The sound of metal hitting metal was constantly heard. George easily blocked the blows you and John threw at him, but he was able to take you both at the same time. CLANG! John's sword would go flying into the air, George catching it. John backed up. "Go, help the others!" You'd say, mostly trying to focus on the sword fight at hand. John would nod quickly running to the next room, where'd he'd hopefully find the others. The fight between you and George became intense, as your sick state started holding you back and making you tired. Your moves would become sloppy as you blocked and struck your Saber, until you got so tired he just grabbed your Saber and took it from you. "Well, that was easy." He'd chuckle, smirking. You'd growl, but you barely made any noise. You were just so worn out... you'd start falling to the floor, George quickly catching you. "Let's go see how your friends are, hmm?" He'd purr, carrying you to the next room where you saw multiple guards, and John tied up with the others. "Goddammit, John..." you'd mutter. George would set you down on a chair, carefully, Like he actually cared for you. "Now, you rest up. I'll sit over here while you rest, then we can talk and make a deal."

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Cliffhanger, lawl bye.

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-Wolfy