The fight between Fiona and that Human-Phoneix was intense. Those two are half-humans and half-monsters, also both of them used swords as weapons in this epic battle, which did not take quite long and I did not see every moment of that because I was busy to help to cure my teammates. But, the winner was Fiona in the nick of time and after she killed the Human-Phoneix she did not go somewhere to rest, instead, she decided to follow us, so I, Emily, Fiona, and other knights are charging right into the enemy. We were about to charge, but the enemies have launched a few poisonous arrows, which stops the healing spells and kills slowly the man who got hit.
I was about to get penetrated by four of those arrows, but something has saved me. And this moment, I will never forget as long as I live on this earth. The knight, who camouflaged, freed the scout and killed those four knights, he sacrificed his life to save me. The knight, who is Tyran, threw himself on those arrows to save my life. In a few seconds, which seemed like minutes, I looked back and noticed Tyran looking at me with the look of a man reconciled to fate.
"Good luck there..." these were his last words before he fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
I look helplessly at his body, get on my knees, start crying over his body pierced by those poisonous arrows and start screaming at the sky. My other comrades notice me crying for a colleague I barely knew and who saved my life at the last minute. I cry and clothe her cold body without any sign of life. My comrades wanted to come to me, but there were a few shouts of warriors coming towards us. Those cries belong to the goblins, who are tens or even hundreds who are thirsty to shed blood and cut knights with their weak weapons.
I place the body on his back, put his both hands on his chest, then insert in those cold and heavy hands a flower that I found around, I begin to pray that the soul of this poor assassin is sanctified and live in peace and harmony in the world beyond. My colleagues are fighting goblins right now, and I'm still on my knees and staring blankly on that body who is now in a better place.
My teammates were fighting those goblins, and one of them probably missed one who had approached me with a rusty knife and was ready to kill me. But even when the goblin was about to attack me, I have no idea what made me do that, but I grabbed that green, naughty, and slimy hand of the goblin holding the knife and used his own hand to force his knife to hit him, come into his eyes, which I did. The goblin got that knife into his left eye, he screamed and in just a few more seconds he falls with his own knife in his eye. I raised from the ground, I took my dagger I was having hidden in the belt, I screamed to the sky in the sign of anger and charged right into those goblins who have killed my teammate.
I have no idea how I was able to do this, but in just a few moments I managed to lick the rest of the goblins that Fiona, Emily, and the other four teammates were dealing with. The first goblins I killed in cold blood were the ones in front of Emily, who was about to touch her. I stabbed two of them in the back using one of their knives, at two others I stabbed them in the neck. And at the last one, which was about to run away, I throw the knife that one of the two goblins had and hit that bastard in the ass. The goblin slows down, but I run to him, stick the knife in his bald head, then twist it to see my anger. He dies the moment I twist his neck. I throw the goblin aside, turn to Emily, whom she looks terrified of me and wondering how I could do that, but she immediately realizes it wasn't my fault, it was the fact that I launched a battle skill, which can basically makes me much more angry than a Viking when he sees war.
Emily points her finger in one direction, I look in that direction, and I notice Camille in great need of help because she's fighting a few dozen goblins that have already surrounded her. I gain takes three steps back, and I speed up to those goblins with my dagger ready to slice some throats and stomachs. In a few seconds I reach those goblins that surrounded Camille, I throw the dagger in front of someone who hits him, I take the sword of one of those goblins and with a warrior shout, I start slicing those goblins as if I were Fiona. I don't remember how many stomachs I cut, but I remember that at one goblin, who begged for mercy, not to attack him, I cut off his legs, then I left the sword in that goblin's belly, took his knife, and jumped. to the others who were waiting to die because of my anger. Camille continued to kill goblins and didn't notice me, I just think I heard her say "Thank you!" when she broke an entire head of a child goblin.
After we have finished the last goblins who have attacked Camille, I was about to head to the Fiona but she easily killed those goblins, who I think were over fifty in number. Fiona looks at me proudly and tells me that she is an older sister when she sees her younger child that she has managed to do the hobby she practices.
"Good job, you little man."
"T-Thanks." I say after I completely started to control my body again and not feeling rage.
"Judah! Are you alright?" says Emily coming and looking at me to see if I do not have a big or scary wound on my body.
"Y-yes." I say to Emily controlling to not crying and told her we have lost one man who really helped us in this battle.
"Where is Tyran?" asked Josh after he came back when he destroyed those goblin archers, which nobody knows he did that thing.
"Ty-Tyran..." I say after one a tear began to flow from my right eye. "Is dead."
Everyone here was stunned. Fiona didn't feel sad, but I think she mimicked the sadness, just so she wouldn't feel like a monster. Emily hugs me tightly because I was so brave to say that and to comfort myself. Josh was really upset because he really knew Tyran, whether it was to remember the conversations between them in the wagon, or when they were whispering to each other in the General's tent. And Camille was just sad.
We all sat for a few moments to mourn Tyran, then we continued on our way to the third and fourth enemy waiting for us to attack us immediately.