Amidst the tumultuous clash that unfolded beyond the confines of the tent, Lady Beatrice slowly stirred from her unconscious state.
The cacophony of battle had permeated her dreams, rousing her from her slumber with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Blinking her eyes open, she was greeted by the chaotic sounds and the distant echoes of steel meeting steel.
"Why is it so raucous outside?" Beatrice mumbled to herself, her voice tinged with a mixture of sleepiness and irritation.
Gradually pushing herself up from the field bed, she rubbed her eyes to clear the haze of sleep and tried to make sense of the commotion beyond the tent walls.
However, her moment of confusion was abruptly shattered as the entrance of the infirmary tent was violently thrown open.
A knight, his face etched with urgency and fear, burst into the tent, his words trailing off as his gaze locked onto Lady Beatrice.
" Lady, we have to go now. There was an attack- "
Before he could finish conveying the dire situation outside, a sudden, sickening sound cut through the air.
The knight's voice was choked off, his sentence left unfinished, as a sword materialized through his chest from behind.
A gasp escaped Beatrice's lips, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she watched the gruesome scene unfold before her eyes. The dying knight choked on his own blood, his body collapsing to the ground in a gruesome heap.
Frozen with fear and disbelief, Lady Beatrice found herself trapped within the confines of the tent with her assailant. The man responsible for the knight's demise turned his sinister gaze toward her, his lips curling into a malevolent smile.
"Where do you think you are going?" the attacker taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he took a step closer, his sword still wet with the blood of the fallen knight.
Fear surged through Beatrice's veins, her heart racing as panic threatened to consume her. She instinctively backed away, her retreat halting abruptly as her back met the rear of the tent.
Her breathing quickened, and she raised trembling hands in a feeble attempt to ward off her attacker.
"Don't come any closer!" Beatrice's voice quivered with a mixture of desperation and defiance, her wide eyes fixed on the looming threat before her. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of this menacing presence.
Her plea, however, fell on deaf ears as the man's sinister grin widened. He took another step forward, his intentions clear and menacing.
"Hey, you can have fun with her first, but leave her to me too." a second voice chimed in from behind the first attacker. Beatrice's heart sank as realization dawned upon her—the horror of their intentions became all too clear.
"Sure, sure…I'll give her to you after I'm done," the man sneered with a perverse excitement, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. With a predatory rush, he closed the distance between them, his movements driven by a twisted desire.
Beatrice's heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she was forcibly pushed onto the field bed.
Panic surged within her as the man's hands tore at her clothes with a ferocity that mirrored the savagery of a wild beast. She felt a cold, paralyzing fear grip her as her defenses crumbled, leaving her helpless and vulnerable.
"Please…don't kill me," Beatrice pleaded in a trembling voice, her tear-filled eyes wide with terror. She could do nothing to stem the tide of fear that threatened to engulf her, her body shaking uncontrollably under the weight of her desperation.
"Well…I'm not gonna promise that, since my mission was to kill you all," the man taunted, his voice dripping with a sadistic edge. A chilling smile twisted his lips as he leaned in closer, his presence suffocating and menacing.
Beatrice's heart sank even further at his words, the cruel reality of her situation becoming painfully clear. The man's sinister grin seemed to mock her pleas, and she could only brace herself for what was to come. As his repulsive advances drew nearer, a guttural sob escaped her lips.
But just as the man was about to further indulge in his depravity, a thunderous noise erupted from outside the tent. The deafening sound reverberated through the air, drowning out the man's perverse intentions and filling the space with an overwhelming sense of disarray.
Bang!
Startled, the man froze in his tracks, his predatory focus momentarily shattered by the unexpected intrusion. His eyes darted toward the source of the disturbance, his grip on his sword tightening instinctively as a newfound sense of caution settled over him.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered under his breath, his heart racing with a mix of confusion and unease.
Leaving Beatrice momentarily forgotten, he snatched his weapon from beside the bed and moved toward the entrance of the tent, his instincts compelling him to investigate the unknown disruption.
"Hey, what's going on out there?" The man's voice trembled with a blend of trepidation as he stepped tentatively toward the tent's entrance. But before his words could fully leave his lips, his sentence was cut short by a horrifying sight that froze him in his tracks.
Lying motionless on the ground was his comrade. The man's head had been obliterated, leaving behind a gruesome spectacle that defied explanation. The shock of the sight stole the breath from the man's lungs, a mixture of horror and disbelief contorting his features.
"Hey… Mike, what happened to yo—" The man's words were cruelly cut short, his sentence left hanging in the air as a devastating force obliterated his head. Blood and gore sprayed in all directions, painting the exterior of the tent in a macabre tableau of death.
The tent's walls were now splattered in crimson, a gruesome testament to the violence that had just unfolded.
Amidst the horror, a figure emerged from behind – it was Seraphine, holding a shotgun that had been loaded with ordinary shells. Her face remained hauntingly expressionless, a stark contrast to the gruesome scene before her.
"Good job, Seraphine…although it's quite gruesome," Alice's voice offered a commendation, albeit tinged with a hint of concern. The power of the shotgun had left a chaotic aftermath, turning the tent into a scene of carnage.
"It was necessary…Alice. It might be too risky to face them in close combat," Seraphine's response was as cold as the wind that swept through the aftermath. Her emotions were suppressed, replaced by a stark pragmatism that belied the brutality of her actions.
With methodical precision, Seraphine surveyed the gruesome results of her intervention. She needed to ensure that the threat had been thoroughly eliminated before she could proceed.
"They are all dead for sure, Seraphine," Alice's voice confirmed what Seraphine's eyes had already ascertained. The room was a testament to the swift, brutal efficiency of her actions.
"Alright… let's check inside the infirmary," Seraphine's voice remained steady as she pushed aside the tent's cloth entrance.
Her gaze fell upon a trembling figure – a young girl with vibrant red hair. The girl's eyes were wide with fear, and she avoided meeting Seraphine's gaze as if unable to process the surreal and violent events that had just unfolded.
"Are you Lady Beatrice?" Seraphine's voice was calm and composed, a soothing contrast to the chaotic scene that had unfolded within the tent.
She knelt beside the young woman, her expression softening as she noticed the distress in Beatrice's eyes. Despite the turmoil around them, Seraphine recognized the resemblance to Lady Beatrice, who had engaged in an earlier argument with her.
"I… I…" Beatrice stammered, her voice quivering as she struggled to find words amidst her fear.
"We need to get you out of here, right now. It's not safe," Seraphine's tone conveyed a sense of urgency, her eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. With a steady movement, she carefully lifted Beatrice into her arms, adopting a protective stance.
"Hold on tight. I'm going to start moving," Seraphine announced, her voice unwavering as she prepared to navigate the tumultuous surroundings. With Beatrice in her embrace, she swiftly exited the tent, her movements calculated and precise.
When Seraphine pushed toward the designated safe zone, Her thoughts focused on ensuring Beatrice's safety.
The situation's urgency was underscored by a transmission that buzzed through her earbud, conveying a plea for reinforcement from Adrian, which he was fighting with a strong enemy.
The dire nature of his request emphasized the gravity of the unfolding events, and Seraphine understood that they urgently needed help from anyone who can fight.