"Perhaps you are right. We should have attacked them." Corlin spoke with deep sadness in his voice. He stepped forward slowly, seeing the destruction that lay before him, feeling dread and sadness leech on his back as he stared off longer into it all.
Vektis along with a few guards observed as well, filled with disbelief rather than sadness.
Finally, Vektis snapped out of his thoughts and began to speak, "We need to return to our camps!" He yelled out, Cadin and Joken's eyes widened, realizing the new predicament.
The two immediately ranquickly to the exit, passing by the bright flames and rubble.
Outside, their horses stood farther from the camp near to the main path outside, having been scared off by the attackers but oddly unharmed.
He jumped on his steed and started rushing back, tugging on the horse's lead to go faster as Joken struggled to keep up from behind.
The two grinded to a halt on the road, in the distance, their camp was under attack as well, screams came from the inside as the walls burned and groups of attackers rushed inside. Sporadic fighting and clanging of metal can be heard from the inside. Soldiers desperately fought back with what they had inside.
He looked back to see his advisor, he spoke with haste and anger in his voice. "Joken, join in the fight. We need to hold this camp."
"Yes my lord."
Cadin unsheathed his sword, with a single strong tug. The horse charged straight towards the camp. Cadin grinded his teeth in rage, getting closer to the daring barbarians that are attacking his home.
'The people better be alive inside."
Some barbarians were already assaulting the enclosure of horses, some riding on top of them and starting to move.
Cadin quickly changed course to the horse pen, surprised at the barbarians riding them.
'They also know how to ride it?'
On his horse, sword in hand, Cadin rushed to the area. He swung down at the barbarians in his way, cutting them down as he circled around them, killing as many as he can.
Attackers near the entrance though did not turn and face him. Through the torn and burning gateway, a line of soldiers in three rows stood, blocking the enemy from rushing inside.
Blood flew in the air after each swing, followed by the yelps of the defenseless barbarians in leather armor and metal helmets, similar to those in the other camp.
A minute passed and those surrounding the horse's enclosure were all dead. The steeds stayed inside, surrounded by the corpses of those who tried to ride them with more outside it.
Finally, those at the rear of the horde in the gate turned around, their emotions filled with rage upon seeing their dead allies.
'Need to get their attention to alleviate some pressure.'
Four fighters ran towards Cadin, their spears aimed at him and swords raised up high, ready to Cadin where he stood.
'Hope their voices can scream loudly.'
The first fighter was already a few steps in front if Cadin.
A smirk formed on his face.
He drove the sword through the man's chest, stopping him dead in his tracks, he dropped his weapon as his face turned pale, looking at Cadin with horror, the grin and anger leaving his body quick.
He ripped the sword out, grabbing the dropped short dagger the man held. With it, Cadin began violently stabbing into the man. Driving the sharp blade into his stomach and chest along with other parts in successive strikes, leaving it embedded in his flesh for a few seconds before quickly ripping it out.
The man let out a scream of pain, loud enough for some fighters to hear. The three stood around him, horrified at the sight.
More fighters gathered around him, a mix of fear and anger on their faces.
''Alright, this is enough. Thanks for screaming." Finally, after many thrusts into his body, Cadin slammed the dagger's tip through the metal helmet into the man's head, silencing his cries for help.
He slammed his open palm at the butt of the dagger, sending it deeper through the skull, stopping after the dagger's blade was fully buried in his head.
The man's body fell lifeless to the ground, on his leather armor were numerous puncture holes from the dagger with slash marks that tore the armor itself, circles of soaked blood surrounded each wound almost painting his entire front red. His helmet broken through by the dagger. His face was pale, an expression of terror permanently stuck to it. They all stared at the corpse, quickly looking up, all their faces looking back up at Cadin.
All at once, in a single second, shouts erupted out. Fighters charged forward, enraged with a desire to kill Cadin.
Fighter after fighter, any that had ran close enough were cut down immediately, spraying blood onto the ground, swords and spears cut into Cadin from lucky fighters, but he was not slowed nor cared for the wounds.
Time ticked by quick, the last fighter fell in front of Cadin, on his knees before falling back with a long slash wound on his chest. The wound began soaking the leather in blood quickly.
Before he could advance to the horde in front of him. A cold chill ran up his spine, fear hitting his mind.
The horde broke through.
Immediately screams and shouts roared out from the fighters, now louder as the soldiers were mercilessly pushed back and some killed.
'Oh no.' Snapping out of his shock, Cadin ran to the entranceway, now empty and the barbarians already running everywhere inside.
Cadin started taking down any he could find, relentlessly hunting inside the camp, fires from the walls spread to his home and other buildings, setting them alight. Attackers pillaged the tents and killed many of the camp's people. Soldiers were surrounded, holding their own or being killed quickly by the larger force.
The corpses grew in number of people and soldiers, Cadin continued killing, trying to save and protect as much as he can. Many survivors of the camp seeked refuge inside Cadin's home, guarded by a group of soldiers currently fending off a large number of fighters in front of them, desperately holding them back with a mix of fear and determination on their faces.