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Ch 47
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 06:09:39 +0000 UTC(Back to Laytons Perspective)
I rip my sword from the bandits chest and turn to take in the chaos.
Mischief is doing his work too well. The camp is in total disarray—screams, blood, and bodies torn apart.
Damn it, he’s getting all the kills. I cringe. I don’t want to have those thoughts. They creep in uninvited, still I’m glad that I’m facing them.
An arrow whistles past my ear. Another slams into my barrier, digging into the shield, the tip vibrating in midair before it ricochets away.
I sprint forward, sword flashing. A dark elf appears in my path, raising a curved dagger. His stance was good—knees bent, balanced. A trained fighter.
Didn’t matter.
I faint left. He adjusts. Too slow.
I step past his guard and bury my sword into his ribs. A gasp chokes out, then he crumples against me. Dead.
Another leaps at me from the rampart’s edge, trying to take advantage of my distraction. He swings low—a short, brutal chop meant to sever a knee.
I hop back, kicking off the wall—vaulting over him. He twists, looking up at me in the air.
As I land my sword sweeps out, cutting him down.
Surprise was a great equalizer. The bandits are reeling. Mischief is a master of ambush never appearing in the same place twice.
The dark elves had botched their ambush. They had their chance. Instead they revealed their trump card against my barrier. If the ambush was executed better? The consequences were life and death.
Ahead, the rampart narrows, forcing a single-file engagement.
They try to hold me here. A dark elf lunges. I let his blade scrape against my barrier, twisting my sword under his guard and carving a line across his throat. He staggers back, clutching the wound.
Another charges in, screaming. This one has armor—rough, scavenged plate. Slower. I sidestep his downward slash and drive my sword into the gap between his pauldron and chest plate.
He gurgles and falls. A spear lunge flies toward my face.
I duck, feeling the air shift as it misses by inches.
They aren’t idiots. The bandits realize that fighting on the rampart was suicide. They begin retreating toward the center of the fort, grouping up.
To this point the fight was going exactly to plan. Keep moving, avoid them grouping up. I am not as confident facing a large group.
Fighting them one-on-one was easy. A group fight? Different story.
Mischief caught two more before they could escape. His massive form slamming into the fleeing bandits, claws ripping through their backs. Their screams barely last a second.
By the time I catch up, only eight remain and they are waiting together in a loose circle waiting.
They are ready now.
This is going to be the real fight. Have we done enough?
I exhale. An arrow slammed into my barrier.
The fight is really on.
- Yarens Point of View -
Yaren tightens his grip on his blade. His breath comes heavy. Eight.
Eight of his fighters left. That’s all.
Their numbers had been gutted before they even knew they were under attack. The boy and the beast had moved like ghosts, they had cut them down one by one.
Now they are face to face. No more shadows. No more stealth.
Yaren turns his back to the boy, judging the monster to be the greater threat.
He isn’t wrong.
A blur of muscle and fangs explodes from the darkness. Mischief hit like a meteor, closing the distance before the others have time to react.
"NOW!" Yaren barks.
Four warriors strike at once. Their blades meet barrier magic—three bounce away uselessly. Yaren’s does not.
His ethereal blade carves through the shimmering shield, sinking deep into the monster’s hindquarters.
Mischief screams in pain. But in spite of the wound the attack isn’t a waste and his paws wrap around a bandit.
One of Yaren’s men barely chokes out a scream before the beast drags him tumbling from the group, rolling in the hard packed dirt while ripping the elves body to ribbons.
Injured Mischief is unable to slow his momentum and–with a bone jarring crash–smashes into the wooden walls sending debris flying.
The bandit in his grip? Gone. Just a pile of mangled flesh.
Yaren can live with the sacrifice if it means the monster is out of the fight.
With the cat down his focus snaps back to the boy.
His blood runs cold.
In the few seconds Yaren had spent watching his attack land, the boy had already cut down two of his men.
A whirlwind of speed and steel. Another dark elf barely dodges a blade meant for his throat.
Yaren moves. He activates a penetrating strike, channeling raw force into his sword. No barrier magic was stopping this.
The boy dodges the main attack—but two more skill-powered shots slammed into him from behind.
Yaren seizes the moment. A clean, perfect arc. The boy sees the strike coming and in his barrier holds just long enough for him to shift his body.
The attack still lands cutting deep into the young man's forearm. Yaren is rewarded with a scream of pain from his enemy.
Yaren grins.
The boy staggered back, gasping in pain. His eyes dart to the wound, then back onto Yaren. The gasps of pain slow. Yaren can clearly see the laceration on the arm through the sliced fabric.
Then, Yaren’s grin fades into a frown.
His enemies arm begins slowly mending.
Yaren watches, stunned, as muscle, sinew, and skin re-knits before his eyes.
He’s a healer?! The implications are still forming when a wall slams into him from the side.
No. Not a wall. The beast. Razor claws tear through his chest.
Jaws clamp onto his face and throat. The pain didn’t last long.
Comments
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Edit suggestion: enemies arm -> enemy's arm
Avyck3721
I have some rewrites planned. And this is an area I will focus. Right now I’m focusing on getting out the rest of the content but I’m creating a list of areas to improve
EsZeus
Also true
Noble F
I feel like it wasn't too hard to follow the switches, I wish I had a better idea of the numbers for the enemies. I honestly don't know how necessary the first enemies POV is if you move some of those emotions to the second enemy's POV and just keep Layton's through the whole first section.
Avyck3721
Ahhh…. I see. It’s not a small re-write. That said I have a long way to go and I see how the rapid back and forth can cause a bit of whiplash
EsZeus
Haha, just meaning that you should switch the POV of the 8 bandits to the middle. And THEN add the MCs POV to the end, as a kind of culmination of the chapter/fight. You had 1. Random POV 2. MC POV 3. Random POV But my feedback would be to 1. Random POV 2. Random POV 3. MC POV if thus makes sense? I think it reads a LOT more smoothly
Avyck3721
I was wondering when you would read this ;) . Shoot me a DM. I'm totally open to ideas.
EsZeus
Too many swaps here ^^ As feedback: I would stay with the MC and not switch back, or first show the POV of the last 8 and then switch to the MC. But like it is done now? Too random how it switches the POV :)
