Captain
Marcello and her men were on open ground before the castle gates. The captain cursed at herself for this unexpected development. She knew the area before the castle would be cleared, but she had hoped for a smaller area.
"Fan out men!" she yelled waving his hand in both directions. She didn't like having her men spread so thin, but then again she didn't like the open ground either. She saw what appeared to be archers gathering at the top wall and pressed on harder, giving orders along the way. "Keep your shields high! Watch for the archers!"
The archers let lose the first torrent high into the night sky. The group stopped and prepared their defenses. Arrows slammed into the ground all around them and into the shields of the waiting men. A small number of the arrows made it through their defenses, striking in various body parts.
Captain Marcello stood from her crouch and looked around. A few of her group were injured and at least two were dead. She began to hope Alexandros would make it in time. "Get behind some cover! Help the wounded!" She yelled beginning her charge again.
Get your ass here Alexandros.
The second volley was about to begin.
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Climbing
the path toward the castle wasn't too bad for us. There weren't any more attacks but that didn't mean we were going to let our guard down. Our focus was to get to Captain Marcello's aid.
The path ended abruptly as the ground shot straight up into the air. The wall of earth would slow us in a climb yet we didn't have a choice.
"We climb," I said simply.
I took a look at the men's faces and saw the doubt that crossed their faces. These were battle hardened men that were use to battling against other men whether on the sea or land. Fear caused the doubt. A small amount of fear had even settled in me.
"I know you all weren't expecting what we faced. I didn't even expect it, but we have survived it and now we have a commitment to Captain Marcello. If you want to quit now then go but remember you are abandoning your comrades and your captain."
The men all looked at each other before turning to look at me. My expression showed all the seriousness needed. Without a word they started toward the wall.
"Sir! There's a hidden path over there," one of the men said pointing to a patchy area. At a glance one couldn't tell there was a path, but upon further exploration I could see where one lay. It was overgrown with thick, thorny plants and didn't appear to have been used in quite some time.
"Ready yourselves."
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Captain
Marcello and her men were pinned down as the archers seemed to not run out of arrows or the strength to draw the bow strings.
"What's going on Captain? They don't seem to be tiring," one of her men, Amatus said.
"I don't know but I certainly know this is nothing that I expected," Marcello replied. "How many do we have injured?"
"Over half of our group is injured and four are dead."
"Damn," Marcello said shaking her head. Another volley of arrows rained down on their heads. They settled tightly against the rock and covered their heads with their shields. "We need to push forward before they tire and decide to come down and bring the fight to us."
"How can we do that Captain?" Amatus asked, a look of disbelief crowding his face.
"We have no other choice. If we run we'll be shot down." Conviction filled her. "We grab the dead and use them as a shield. We use every ounce of strength and push it to the castle."
"What about the wounded?"
"Shield them with the rocks. We'll come back for them when this is over." Marcello peered over the rock. "Relay the message."
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It
only took minutes to take the path around to the east wall of the castle. The ground sloped steadily bringing us to a crumpled wall. The climb over was much easier than the cliff I initially planned to take the men up. Using the fallen stones as steps, we quietly transcended the wall. Once atop the wall we had a bird's eye view of the entire castle and the open field beyond.
"The Captain is pinned down," one of the men cried in a whisper.
"And that's what's holding them down," I said pointing to the line of archers. I squinted trying to focus on those archers. My senses screamed warning. There was something that didn't quite appear right with them. "We need to get over there and take them out. We'll split up and attack from both sides and meet in the middle. Be ready for anything that comes out of the cracks once we begin our assault."
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Marcello
stood as soon as the last volley of arrows fell. "Forward! We don't stop until we are all dead!" She yelled leading the charge.
As soon as she took her first step an arrow struck her, hitting her in chest and sending her to her knees. Another arrow then struck her midsection.
"Captain!" Amatus yelled. He ran and tackled Marcello as another arrow struck, this time in Amatus' back. Amatus grunted from the pain of the arrow as he fought to lift Marcello up against the rock.
"Captain, are you alright?"
"Of course I'm not alright, damn it!"
She reached up grabbing the arrow and breaking it off then she did the same with the other. "Get me up." She spat.
"Captain, you're injured."
"So are you. Now get me up!"
Amatus helped the captain to her feet. The rest of the men were charging toward the castle as arrows flew past them. A few of the arrows hit their mark resulting in only injuries but no deaths. Those injured got up and pressed on, ignoring their injuries and focusing on their target. Marcello with the assistance of Amatus followed the men, her sword raised and yelling a battle cry.
To everyone's surprise, the arrows suddenly stopped.
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Once
I came into better view of the archers I was appalled at the sight before me. Instead of living, breathing people they were less than they once were. Flesh hung like torn and ragged clothing. Bone not covered by muscle or tendon gleamed in the pale moonlight. These poor bastards had lived a life and in some way died only to be brought forth from their rest and brought here. I don't know what each individual was like in their lifetime or why or how they died, but I was going to send them back to the hell they came from.
I closed the closed the distance between myself and the first of these violations of humanity. As soon as I was within range I leapt with my shield held out in front on me and my sword high. With a crashing blow, I landed with my shield slamming into the pour soul. The impact sent it reeling over the wall. The next creature in line quickly turned in my direction not at all startled at the sight of me. Not letting it bothered me I quickly dispatched it, slicing it in half.
The men sped past me, taking solace in ending these creatures' miserable existence. The wall was cleared in moments, leaving me surprised at the lack of enemy forces against us so far. In spite of our earlier attack I expected more resistance. I cast my gaze to the field outside the gates. Captain Marcello's group or what was left was ambling toward us with weapons held high and cheering. Captain Marcello hung a way back and she didn't look all that well.
"Get the gate open! Set up a perimeter until we can regroup!"
I leapt over the side of the wall landing in a crouch. I know some of the men that seen me were shocked by what I had just done. I could explain it was my training but I felt deep inside it was something else. I just wasn't sure of what it was. Regardless, I brushed aside the thought and ran toward my captain and my friend. She needed help and whether she wanted it or not, she was getting it. Even if it meant I needed to carry her past the gates.
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How
do you feel Captain?" I asked. I had just removed the arrows from her body and burned the wounds closed. Already I could see she better but not fully up to par.
"As good as I'm going to get right now Alexandros." She looked to the men, some of whom were standing guard as others tended to the injured. "This place isn't too heavily fortified, yet I suspect we will face more once we're inside. Good work by the way."
I smiled in reaction to her smile. We both knew we lost way too many good men and the chances of any of us getting out of this alive were slim. Kados knew we had taken this mission once the shipment returned home to port. Once he didn't hear word from us or see our return, he would know we were unsuccessful.
"There is that slim chance some of us will make it out alive," she said as if reading my mind. I attributed to her many years in her profession. Eventually you learned to pick up on small signs from people and make a pretty good guess at their thoughts.
"I plan to make it out alive and bring as many men out with me as possible. That includes you as well."