Our second world- Book two: War is coming

Chapter 26

~Haren~

"Major! Pull back!" Haren turned at the sound of Silvers voice to find that the rest of the Mydra force had completely surrounded him.

"Crap!" He groaned as he jumped out of reach of the spears aimed at his side. The soldiers on the other side of the circle shifted forward. One caught him on the leg with a lucky sword.

Hissing, he ducked away from more spears; backing into spears he couldn't see behind him. Two caught his sides and a few others went through his wings. He folded them into his back and rolled under more swords; narrowly dodging them, but running into others.

As he shifted his focus to avoiding the weapons of the Mydra soldiers, Haren noticed they were gradually moving in on him every time he moved.

"Curious," he thought.

There was no longer any more room for him to back away from an attack, but that was where these soldiers became over confident.

Their spears thrust forward. They were expecting him to duck under them like he'd been doing for a while now, so they weren't prepared to stop him when he, instead, leapt over the spears. Using one of the shields held by a soldier to vault over their heads and using his damaged wings to give himself just enough lift to clear the back row of soldiers.

He was now a good 12 feet behind them when he slid to a stop in the snow as archers atop the wall shot down the stunned enemy.

Nearly half of them fell before they regained enough sense to duck behind their shields.

The battle had raged long enough that the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon; casting the retreating backs of what remained of the Mydra soldiers in shadows.

It was Croanades victory today.

When he felt something sticky on his hands, he looked down to find that the, once white, snow at his feet was slowly staining red. His healing ability had been exhausted for the day long ago, and he was covered in injuries; just beginning to feel them as the adrenaline of battle wore off.

As cheers of victory from the soldiers above and behind him rang out over the like wolves howling at the moon, they became ever louder as Haren raised his sword to the sky and let out a cry as vicious as a wild beast.

"Victory!"

Exhausted as he was from his injuries and the hard fought battle, he still managed to make his way to the inner courtyard of the fort to address the soldiers waiting eagerly to hear his words.

Barely managing to stand on his own, he raised his voice over all the others.

"Congratulations everyone! You fought hard, and though we've lost many of our comrades, our friends, that does not change the fact that tonight was our victory!" His last few words were drowned out by the celebratory cheers of the soldiers as they scattered to find friends for the celebrations.

"Haren?" August appeared at his side, golden eyes glowing softly under the moonlight slowly turning soft gray as he morphed to human form.

Haren managed a weak grin as his partner took support of him in place of his weary legs," got a little reckless there. Sorry." He mumbled when his fiancé lifted him piggyback style to carry him inside. His wounds would need to be checked. Frankly, he was glad for the offer to be carried; he couldn't find any strength to walk on his own.

"Ouch! Watch it!" Haren yelped as August dropped him on a bed in the medical ward a little less than gently.

"Sorry, my bad." He said, sitting next to him.