Soul Under the Mountain (Legend of Reason Series) by David J. Guyton Page B
Authors: David J. Guyton
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swords and shields blocking their way. Eventually they all clustered off to the side and could finally run with Rommus toward the western gate.
The Medorans stripped off whatever armor they could to lighten their load and gain speed. Rommus suddenly panicked, realizing that he had left his father's sword back at the battle. His heart sank, knowing that that sword was very important to his father. Even when Rommus had offered to craft him a superior sword, Tannis refused, saying that it had served him well and he would keep it in this world and even take it to the next one. He had made it clear that he wanted the sword to be buried with him. Rommus hoped that one of the other Medorans picked it up during the skirmish.
On they ran. Only a handful of Vindyri still chased them, most being killed or injured back at the battle. It wasn't surprising that the Medorans took far fewer casualties, being that the Medorans were generally better trained and disciplined fighters. The Vindyri were a looser bunch, but made up for their lack of rigid training by being as brutal as they could be. But some Vindyri were extraordinary warriors. This Desmond Afornn was one of those men.
One of the men had grabbed Zeke and shoved him along in front of him. Zeke could have easily just run off in another direction, but he did as he was prodded to do. It was possible that he feared that there was a sword at his back— but there wasn't. There was only a fleeing Medoran at his back running for his life .
As they passed the graveyard one of the Vindyri pulled out a horn and began sounding an alarm. There was no doubt that many other soldiers waited at the western gate, and the soldiers pursuing the Medorans were going to want their help. They were attempting to crush the Medorans in a vice.
Herrus hear d the horn and immediately turned around. He ran at full speed towards the enemy, desperately trying to kill the man sounding the alarm. With a swift slice, he cleaved the horn in half, along with a good portion of the soldier's face. The stunned soldier fell, rolling down a hillside. His companions immediately sheathed their cold blades inside Herrus's gut. Blood poured from sev eral wounds and out of the Medoran's mou th . He fell to his knees as other soldiers paused to hack in a fit of fury.
Herrus had suffered a cruel fate, but he had also destroyed the horn and bought them precious time. Assuming the guards at the gate had not heard the initial calls, they would be taken by surprise when the Medorans arrived there. It had occurred to Rommus that the tunnel would be a better exit; however his mission was to get the gate open for the Medoran troops to enter. He already failed to set fires or cause any sort of damage to the fortifications, and he simply could not return without getting that gate open.
They ran passed the museum with the pursuing Vindyri quite a ways behind them. Their armor and their attack on Herrus had slowed them significantly, but not enough for the Medorans to escape them completely. A few of th e enemy had fallen behind, unable to run any farther under the weight of their armor. Only 11 still gave chase to the fleeing Medorans.
On the Medoran side, the rest of the men charged with assassinating the Vindyri officers had returned during the battle . Herrus was the only one who had fallen, so eight men ran with Rommus. While the odds of defeating all 11 of the Vindyri were fairly good, it was far too risky to stop and fight. There was no doubt that many Vindyri-including Desmond—would soon be on their heels. Rommus could not risk it, and kept running.
Finally torches could be seen in the distant mists. Atop a tall wall , several Vindyri guards could be seen in the faint morning light , and a few of them rushed out to meet the Medorans before they reached the gate. Four Vindyri had left their posts, and another four stayed. The four at the top of the wall were archers, and arrows were already whizzing through the air. With
The Medorans stripped off whatever armor they could to lighten their load and gain speed. Rommus suddenly panicked, realizing that he had left his father's sword back at the battle. His heart sank, knowing that that sword was very important to his father. Even when Rommus had offered to craft him a superior sword, Tannis refused, saying that it had served him well and he would keep it in this world and even take it to the next one. He had made it clear that he wanted the sword to be buried with him. Rommus hoped that one of the other Medorans picked it up during the skirmish.
On they ran. Only a handful of Vindyri still chased them, most being killed or injured back at the battle. It wasn't surprising that the Medorans took far fewer casualties, being that the Medorans were generally better trained and disciplined fighters. The Vindyri were a looser bunch, but made up for their lack of rigid training by being as brutal as they could be. But some Vindyri were extraordinary warriors. This Desmond Afornn was one of those men.
One of the men had grabbed Zeke and shoved him along in front of him. Zeke could have easily just run off in another direction, but he did as he was prodded to do. It was possible that he feared that there was a sword at his back— but there wasn't. There was only a fleeing Medoran at his back running for his life .
As they passed the graveyard one of the Vindyri pulled out a horn and began sounding an alarm. There was no doubt that many other soldiers waited at the western gate, and the soldiers pursuing the Medorans were going to want their help. They were attempting to crush the Medorans in a vice.
Herrus hear d the horn and immediately turned around. He ran at full speed towards the enemy, desperately trying to kill the man sounding the alarm. With a swift slice, he cleaved the horn in half, along with a good portion of the soldier's face. The stunned soldier fell, rolling down a hillside. His companions immediately sheathed their cold blades inside Herrus's gut. Blood poured from sev eral wounds and out of the Medoran's mou th . He fell to his knees as other soldiers paused to hack in a fit of fury.
Herrus had suffered a cruel fate, but he had also destroyed the horn and bought them precious time. Assuming the guards at the gate had not heard the initial calls, they would be taken by surprise when the Medorans arrived there. It had occurred to Rommus that the tunnel would be a better exit; however his mission was to get the gate open for the Medoran troops to enter. He already failed to set fires or cause any sort of damage to the fortifications, and he simply could not return without getting that gate open.
They ran passed the museum with the pursuing Vindyri quite a ways behind them. Their armor and their attack on Herrus had slowed them significantly, but not enough for the Medorans to escape them completely. A few of th e enemy had fallen behind, unable to run any farther under the weight of their armor. Only 11 still gave chase to the fleeing Medorans.
On the Medoran side, the rest of the men charged with assassinating the Vindyri officers had returned during the battle . Herrus was the only one who had fallen, so eight men ran with Rommus. While the odds of defeating all 11 of the Vindyri were fairly good, it was far too risky to stop and fight. There was no doubt that many Vindyri-including Desmond—would soon be on their heels. Rommus could not risk it, and kept running.
Finally torches could be seen in the distant mists. Atop a tall wall , several Vindyri guards could be seen in the faint morning light , and a few of them rushed out to meet the Medorans before they reached the gate. Four Vindyri had left their posts, and another four stayed. The four at the top of the wall were archers, and arrows were already whizzing through the air. With
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