The New Warrior (Book 1)

Chapter 27 Fight

"Stop!"

I spun around as Peter, Trumpkin and Edmund ran past me, swords drawn, into the room. I screeched as the werewolf dove over the table, landing a few feet in front of me.

Lucy ran up behind me and grasped my arm, clinging to me as we watched the fight in front of us. Edmund ran at the wolf, but he wasn't fast enough and the wolf ducked out of the way, flipping Edmund in the process. He quickly recovered and sliced the wolfs leg while on the ground. The wolf let out a deafening howl and Edmund jumped back up.

Meanwhile, Peter fought hard against the hag who was using its talons like a sword. It grasped his arm, slamming his wrist into the stone, causing him to cry out and drop his weapon. Lucy gasped as Trumpkin got knocked down by Nikabrik. His blade was pointed straight at Trumpkins neck and before I even realized what was happening, Lucy dashed towards them.

"Lucy!" I screamed, taking off after her. She grasped Nikabrik around his shoulders and tried her best to tug him away, but he flipped their positions and twisted her arm behind her back. She cried in pain and before Trumpkin could, I picked up Peters sword. It was heavier than I expected and I'm sure I looked ridiculous, but he let go of her and swung his sword at me. Our weapons clashed and he proved stronger than he looked.

I pushed as hard as could, stepping forward as he stepped back. I lost myself and when I focused again, he was on the ground, a single gap just below his left shoulder. I gasped, dropping Peters sword and stepping back.

Trumpkin reached out and held onto my arm as we looked around at the dead wolf and hag. I noticed Peter running towards Caspian.

"Come on. Come one." She was mumbling, still reaching for Caspian's out stretched hand.

"Get away from him!" Peter cried , crashing into Caspian, knocking him to the ground and pointing his sword at the witch. She withdrew her hand quickly and regained her composure.

"Peter dear. So nice to see you again. Come now, just one drop. You know you can't do this on your own." She reached her hand back out slowly. He looked mesmerized, but never lowered his sword.

Suddenly, she gasped, looking down at the metallic object sticking through her chest. She groaned and threw her head back screaming as the ice busted into a million pieces, covering the ground. Edmund stood behind the table, sword raised. He lowered it slowly, "I know. You had it sorted."