Snippet #2117919

The beastmen came in the night, wicked creatures. You could hear them on the ridge, but in the dark you couldn't see them, Cralix had pulled seven wounded men to the fire. They moaned for water and he struggled to silence them.

"Quiet, quiet, all of you." He would speak low and calm, his ears perked. He had pulled a great deal of weapons to the fire side and distributed them before sleeking into the darkness. The wounded men would raise their heads, those that could and look about, those that could. They would murmur painful words doing their best to keep attentive.

Cralix felt a pang in his heart at the sound of a shrill scream of pain in the darkness. He saw the silhouette of something in the darkness, he slowly edged closer, sticking low to the ground in a crouch. As he neared he saw that there were atleast three, searching about the ground, he dashed forward suddenly with practiced grace. He buried one of his blades to the hilt in the back of the closest. Stepping forward farther, planting his thigh at the hip of the Beastman, and pulling the sword as he span. It came free and the other two were suddenly aware of what was happening. The dark didn't allow Cralix to see shock on their faces but he presumed it was there. One raised it's large axe above it's head, they were large, oppresive beasts. Cralix jumped up into the attack driving one of the blades between it's ribs. The other had raised it's flail and swung. Cralix looked back, struggling to keep calm, struggling to keep willful.

Hanging on for dear life, Cralix riggled trying to throw the beastman off balance and pull it down. It lowered it's head taking a hand off it's axe to batter the body of it's attacker. But as it did so the flail hit it squarely in the side of the head. It reeled back half dead with the force. He pulled his sword free dropping to ground and releasing a kick at the beast's knee. It buckled making a feeble attempt before falling. Cralix was thrown off guard, though. Suddenly he was battered by the large wooden shield of the beastman behind him, he was thrown forward into a roll. The beastman charged forth and he planted his elbows, crawling back and dragging his swords with him. The ground seemed to shake and as the beastman raised it's flail he struck, stabbing the beastman in the knee. It let out a roar of deep pain.

He would pull the sword away as the flail came down, squirming to the left the ball of the flail would smack into the ground beside his head. Dirt would shower his face and he would reach up gritting his teeth and burying both swords in the armpit of the beast, it would reel back, and he would use the blades as leverage to rise completely to his feet, pulling one sword free and slashing up at it's face, a long slash would open, blood dribbling out and he would pull away hopping up and kicking it in the gut. His boot would create a loud thud. The beast would reel away and fall dead. He would fall to one knee, exhausted, blood fresh on his blades and freshly splattered across his body. His face dirty and a deep pain in his back where he had been shield bashed.