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Sleepless - Part 104/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
“Athis.” Vilkas called, and the skilled dunmer turned around. “You and me are to stay by Kodlak, let nothing happen to the Harbinger and Kodlak, we let them bring this fight to us, in here.”

They both nodded and waited for the Silver-Hand to enter through the doors of Jorrvaskr, when they did Vilkas said a prayer to every god he could think of hoping they would all survive.

Vilkas was focused on Kodlak every moment of the fight and from the looks of Athis he was too. Even when the dunmer was injured he kept an eye on Kodlak.

The old man did hold his own but the Silver-Hand seemed to be targeting him specifically.

“What’s the matter wolf? Missing your daddy's blessing?” One of them taunted as Vilkas clashed swords with him. Arrogance. Vilkas didn’t justify it with a response. “Papa Hircine made us a deal, seems you’ve fallen from his graces, dog and you’ve got no Dragonborn to protect you now.”

Vilkas frowned bringing his sword down with such force it broke the man’s defence. Vilkas sliced clean through him anger boiling inside him.

He could hear the various members all jeering, something about ‘cutting the head off the wolf’ and how the ‘rest would fall.’

Farkas was inside as well, along with Njada. They didn’t have to be told but they knew they had to protect Kodlak. Yet they were outnumbered and the Silver-Hand seemed intent on pushing the Companions away from their Harbinger.

“Farkas.” Vilkas called out desperately as he was surrounded. His brother heard his cry and made it way over. The untrained Silver-Hand fell but there was still too many of them.

“Kodlak!” Vilkas shouted.

Every companion in the room turned to look at their old Harbinger who was battling it out with a man who appeared to be some kind of leader. The Companions fought harder, seeing their beloved Harbinger losing the battle. His old diseased joints would not hold out much longer.

Vilkas sliced through two of the scum before him and moved quickly towards Kodlak.

Farkas was behind him, Athis appeared from nowhere and dealt with the woman who tried to sneak up on Kodlak from behind and Njada tried to keep most of the attention on her and off Kodlak.

Just as Vilkas was close enough to make a dash for the man attacking, Kodlak was disarmed.

The world seemed to move in slow motion. Athis abandoned his fight, receiving a blow to the back, but that didn’t stop him from moving towards Kodlak. Vilkas tackled a man out of his way as he tried to get close enough. Farkas watched his brother’s back determined to keep his path safe and clear. Njada screamed out, sprinting towards the Harbinger, losing her shield in the process.

Not even with them all so focused on protecting their Harbinger could they have stopped the man from thrusting his sword through Kodlak’s stomach. It sliced through the old man and when it was pulled out it was dripping with blood.

When Kodlak’s body hit the ground everything seemed to move all too quickly.

Athis was there first, swords slicing the man’s throat. Vilkas turned away from the sight, an uncontrollable rage filling him. He let out an anguished cry and began hacking at every last Silver-Hand he still saw.

Farkas kept his eyes on his brother, knowing Vilkas was acting on emotion and not watching himself properly. Njada slid to Kodlak’s side applying pressure to the wound, pulling down a tablecloth to try and stop the bleeding.

“Athis, a healer now!” She screamed and the Dunmer was out the door.

Then the Silver-Hand began retreating.

Retreating.

The cowards killed an old sickly man and then left as though they had won. Only Farkas’ strong grip stopped Vilkas from going after them.

Why had they come here? Where were their wolves? How had they gotten through the gates? And where was Ariella?

Re: Sleepless - Part 104/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-19 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh for the Divine! I have the chills, that battle scene, I hear that everything is going to explode! The wolf can not stay calm ... he will ask for revenge!