IkeaGuy
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[Battle of Artah. . 1105 - Syria.]
The sounds of battle filled the air, As a struggle for Life and death ensued on both opposing sides. The air was thick, And it smelt of iron. The Turks were pushing us back. . But we were going to shove them further back, Once our reinforcements come. .
-TS! TS! TS!-
"ADALBERT!"
I ripped the sword out of the Turks bloody chest, as I rushed for My friend.
Slashing my way through the turks, I desperateley tried to make it to my squire, My companion. . My friend.
-Shlk! Shlk!-
I smashed my foot into the shins of a Bloodied turk, before plunging my blade into the poor mans chest, As I continued forward.
"ADALBERT!"
I was almost there. . To him. But there was a bloody Kilij wielding Turk in front of me.
"Out of my way You Heathen."
I snarled at him, Raising my blades tip to his chest.
And without warning, I initated a sword duel with the Seljuk. We clashed, And clashed hard we did.
I swung my sword over my head, But the Turk was quick. This Turk swung his Kilij at my own blade, Effectively Parrying it. Then I felt it. I felt the cold, Metal, Plating of his knee, Smashing into my gut. I stumbled back, Pained, But this was no time to complain about injuries.
With bloody rage, I Feinted another Overhand swing, Before plunging my sword straight into his own gut, Before ripping it out. I was almost there.
Practically limping, I made my way over to Adalbert, Before I felt the ground under me dissapear. And before I knew it, I was falling. . Falling and Falling. .
-Thud-
"GAH--!"
I groaned in pain, Trying to make sense of the matter, as I hold my stomach tightly. . I closed my eyes, Holding back the urge to yell, As I layed on the Ground.
After a long while, I finally found the courage to get up. I groaned in pain, Looking around my new surroundings. .
"By the holy father. ."
The grass. . It was so. . Vibrant. The sky was no longer ashy. . The sand was not stained. . Where. . Where was I. . ?