I felt the wind before I saw it, a dagger painted with poison was thrown at my rank of Kobolds. I tried to yell, to say anything however I was unable to, it was just too sudden. Maybe if it was me that they had targeted I may have been able to do something, to dodge the attack but because it was not me there was nothing that I could do. Nothing.
I had to watch, watch as the dagger pierced the neck of the kobold. My Kobold, my subordinate. I had hoped for just a second that maybe they may have been able to dodge, that they had the ability to maybe just scratch out a dodge but no.
Blood spilled from the neck of my Kobold and instantly every other Kobold was on guard as he fell to the ground.
My teeth ground in anger, not only at the creature that had done this but at myself. That I was not strong enough to prevent this, not smart enough to make shields, not cautious enough.
More and more thoughts flooded my mind yet I had to ignore them, I needed to prevent any more deaths.
I needed to look strong for them. It was why instead of wallowing in my weakness or even retreating, I charged forward.
My instincts were screaming at me to run, to flee for my own life but I had enough experience in battle by now to know that if I followed those that I would die.
My sword was in my hand in mere moments yet it was not fast enough.
I felt an impact in my thigh, the only thing saving me from death was my quick instincts.
It seemed that these days my instincts were the only thing keeping me alive, I was not complaining though.
If these mysterious instincts weren't there I would have died long ago.
But back to the point, my instincts had warned me yet I was still not fast enough. All I was able to do was dodge slightly, yet it still impacted me.
However k did not cry out in pain nor did I stop my movement at the poison inflicting upon me paralysis.
I charged on, a clang echoing into the surroundings as I swung it forwards.
The sound of a dagger and sword clashing took over the surroundings.
A slash to the right, the opening that my overextension had given him.
I felt it dig into my forearm, I felt as it hit bone.
My mouth opened to scream yet nothing but a pained gurgle came out. A gut punch had expelled the air from my lungs.
I was pushed back, the dagger in my bone dragging across causing even more pain.
However I was not going to go down like this, the ethereal being appeared in my vision again.
However this time she was not as calm as she had shown herself in my dream. In fact she looked disappointed.
As if I had failed her. A sense deep inside of me dwelled before it burrowed from within.
That feeling of disappointment, that impassive gaze. It was a travesty. I did not know from whence that feeling had come but I knew that I must do something. Anything.
My hand, the one that had held my sword felt the presence of the sword again. My eyes opening aid e despite the pain.
I dashed forwards again, though this time I dodged the fling dagger and with one arm flailing uselessly behind me stabbed forward.
I could feel an object burrowed deep within my stomach, only seeming to grow deeper and deeper.
Yet I did not give, I did not yield. I stabbed forward.
A squelch echoing in the silent plains. Blood poured over my face as the creature died within my grasp.
My vision was fading yet I knew I could not, would not fall.
All around me the fading sounds of battle sounded.
My kobolds were fighting and they were losing.
I needed to go, to help them get my body would not move. It stood still in its pain. It was suffocating yet it wasn't.
As if my body was detached from my thoughts. I don't know how or even why this was happening but I knew it was bad.
For my mind to be so detached m, to feel nothing but stinging pain from my injuries, fatal no less. It meant I was dying.
I could not, I would not though. A sudden surge of energy from some unknown place brought me to my knees. The rest of the way up was in my own.
Once again that ethereal being appeared in my vision yet she was not disappointed nor dispassionate.
She seemed pleased, as if my own actions were so important to her.
However I was not given enough time to contemplate what she was so pleased about, instead I was assaulted by more of those beings.
Yet despite my injuries I felt better than ever, as if I had endless energy, endless power.
I ran, no it could no longer be called a run. I was upon them, that was how fast I must have appeared to them.
An ability yet unknown to me manifested. One not of speed, nor of power. It was precision. I knew how to use this broken body as best as possible.
Where to place my sword as for maximum effect.
However it was not omniscient, even now as I ran towards them, my steps grew faster and more efficient.
A slash up and another died, all around me I could see my Kobolds reveling in the battle.
The spears I had given them were used and discarded as needed.
Just from a glance I could see who had taken to the spear and who had gone back to their natural combat.
The ones that had taken to the spear had done it like a fish to water. Their movements in the heat of battle improving.
The position, the way that they stabbed through the creatures body, every part was greater than I could ever do.
I was proud of them, like a father would. However I was not able to take pride in them for long as my next enemy approached me.
It was a large ambush, the one that we had been taken by, for every kobold that we had they had three more.
Even now despite the clear advantage in combat prowess we were being overrun.
I could see the corpses of Kobolds and creatures littered everywhere.
Blood wafted in the air yet I just added to it, my sword cutting through another neck.