Crusaders Struggle. (MGE x Holy Crusader)

[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. . ?