Failed Ambush

Failed Ambush

Breen awoke instantly. The battle cry of twenty or more invaders sounded out at the break of dawn. He rushed around to nudge and kick those who did not respond quick enough crying, “Up, you fools! To arms, we are besieged!”

When he looked up, he saw the Barbarian rushing into the midst of the enemy, sword raised, not waiting for others to assist.
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The Barbarian charged towards the men dressed in black. He had his new sword raised in hand and sprinted into the fray before most of his companions even rolled over.

He met the first line of five head-on, bringing his blade down cross-ways, cutting a slash into the breast of the first, opening the gut of the next. He drew his arms back and thrust the point into the throat of the other, a spray of blood issuing forth like a fountain. He wrenched his weapon free and spun, taking two heads off in process.

One of his victims had been poised to slash him, but his arm went slack, his short sword loosed along with his life. The Barbarian caught it out of the air and met with another foe’s advance. The clang of steel rang through the early morning as the two traded several blows and others attempting ambush were dispatched. The Barbarian blocked with the smaller weapon along his forearm as his opponent swung down, and the force of the collision shattered the longer sword, sending a shard into the chest of the lone defender. Undaunted, he carried through with his long blade and plunged it under the breastplate of the other.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the flash of a blow aimed at his head. He ducked and rolled, bringing the great sword back into play and blocking the next swing. As he parried yet another, he sensed more danger behind him and pressed into his current assailant, spinning him around for his comrades to kill.

He cast the corpse aside, claiming the relinquished blade, as the next competitors took a step back. They glanced at one another, an unspoken agreement passing between them, and sped to either side of their rival. The Barbarian met the attack with aplomb, crossing his blades in front of him and heaving them outward, then turning to his left to slice into the shoulder of one. Continuing his turn, he met blows with the other, then stabbed him in the groin, forcing the short blade to the hilt and releasing it.

He stood and turned in time to see five more advancing at full speed. He raised his sword and caught two attacks, spinning off to the side and forcing the others to slide to the ground as he twisted to meet the next. He hacked upwards and severed half the man’s hand, catching his long dagger in mid-air and flinging it into the eye of another. One opponent gave a lucky thrust and pierced the big man’s upper arm, but it seemed the wound did not deter his ferocity, for he just slung his own thrust into that man’s chest and extracted the blade.

The two remaining of the charge had just recovered their balance when the Barbarian’s mighty swing laid open the chest of one and chopped into the ribs of the other, lodging into his spine. Unable to quickly wrench it free, he let go and charged headlong the remaining group.

He managed to dispatch three with his bare hands before they were filled again with deadly steel. Whirling and twisting, he blocked and thrust his way through the crowd, making short work of them.

Splattered with blood, slightly injured, he looked at the remaining two, his eyes wide, brow furrowed and grimace showing tightly clenched teeth. The Captain and his Lieutenant dropped their weapons, unwilling to be the last victims. The Barbarian wanted none of that and told them to arm themselves as they backed away.

Breen called out behind him, “Barbarian, they have surrendered. Stand fast and allow us to take them.” He stopped advancing when the young man turned his steely blue eyes to him. He laid a gentle hand on the shoulder his comrade, and in a soft voice encouraged, “Ease down, man. You are the victor, don’t make this a massacre.”

The Captain pleaded, “Yes, mercy. Take us prisoner.”

A great wind erupted, a dark cloud ripped the calm morning sky. From within, a gnarled, grey arm stretched out and wrapped its three digits around the Captain, the talons ripping the junior officer to shreds. The Barbarian lunged towards a fallen pike, rolled, set on a knee and hurled it into the collapsing void as it claimed the arm and its captive. An unearthly howl of pain sounded as the rift closed.


I am a fiction writer;

A creator of larger-than-life heroes of ages gone by;
Great wizards tainted, and those who resist them;

War between interstellar travelers, both on this planet and far away;
Alien races intent on the annihilation of any being not their own,
and weaker ones in need of a savior- as well as the One who becomes their savior.

Clashes with bad people and dangerous places, where only one can survive.

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