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"They'd damned well better be." ~ Furrows formed on his eyebrows as he peered more carefully around ~ "I know we've lost a number of our most able men." ~ Suddenly inhaling sharply from a disturbing sight ~ "Your pardon, Cyrus. Someone's in trouble."
Abruptly tearing himself away, he rushed towards his target ~ "To the Abyss with you lot!" ~ The tip of his blood-stained sword gleamed in the ferocious sun, flashing intermittently as the blade launched into an intricate dance ~ I hope she's alright. ~ After what seemed an eternity, the vile beasts fell backward, some of them stunned from the assault, others lifeless ~ "Fantine!" ~ She staggered on her feet, blood trickling from the incisions on her pale skin ~ "Th… thank you… cousin." ~ He held her protectively with his right arm, his left still wielding his blade against the monsters. Whispering ~ "You need rest."
"I'm fine." ~ Her frame seemed to shiver from all the endurance she was putting up. Murmuring to herself some ancient words which he knew would be those of magic. Soon enough, a tingling sensation brushed against his own skin as the ground shook slightly, a layer reaching out to encase his cousin ~ "You're sure?" ~ Somewhere nearby, he could hear Ursula's yells ~ "Yes, yes." ~ Steadying herself, she chanted, creating small glowing discs in both hands. As the enemies advanced again, she began to pelt them with the minute meteors, scorching them into agony.
"Down with you slime!" ~ Ursula now struck out with full force and a new fire. She seemed quite possessed, oblivious to her own wounds and aware of only one desire - to eliminate all which stood in her way. Aragorn shouted a warning to her as an arrow whizzed from behind; but that was her undoing. At the sound of his voice, she turned to face him, her face glowing, then crumpling as the shaft punctured her stomach. With a cry, she dropped her bastard sword instinctively and floundered on her steps.
"No!!!" ~ Aragorn sprinted across now, screaming at himself for his folly. As he reached her, he grabbed her left arm with his right, sweeping his sword in deft arcs to flick off the arrows raining upon them ~ "Move it, Ursula!" ~ Pulling, dragging her, gritting his teeth, blotting out her involuntary moans ~ "CYRUS!!!!"
At last he could see the elf ~ "Please, save her!" ~ Shoving the feisty redhead into Cyrus' arms ~ This is crazy… we're all going to die… ~ But he kept these depressing thoughts to himself as he wearily turned back to the battefield.
Back towards his grave…
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