Civilization

57 Chapter 57

A small green foot emerges in the light and an unsuspecting character walks forward. Unbeknownst to it that an ax was swinging down on its head. Slicing through the green flesh and spraying green blood in all directions.

A war cry is heard.

Loud and full of anger.

A stampede of feet.

A tsunami of green bodies.

Small and nimble but fragile and weak.

Constant screeches and constant shrieks echo into the abyss, bouncing off the rocky surface.

A response to the war cry.

A single united yell from the two men at the front.

Full of courage and bravery.

Without an ounce of hesitation or cowardice.

"FIGHT! TOGETHER!"

Clanks of weapons on weapons.

Knives on shields.

Spears on flesh.

Whistles of arrows.

Screams and shouts.

"STAY LOW ON THE GROUND, HOWARD, DAVID!"

Dropping onto one knee and holding the shield to protect the face while behind the synchronized stabbing occurred.

A step forward.

A lunge forward.

Stone piercing flesh.

Screams of pain and horror.

Splattering of green blood along the walls and ground.

"STEP FORWARD AND PUSH WITH YOUR SHIELDS!"

Like an immovable wall, they push forward into the flickering light.

Slamming their shields against the bodies of their enemies. Pushing past the corpses and stepping into the pools of blood.

Hearts pumping against our chests.

Blood pumping fast through our veins.

Chop.

Hack.

Slice.

Stab.

Slow deep breaths follow afterward.

A rare calm.

Waves of fear spread.

The once energetic goblins, quiet.

Trembling in their shoes and hesitantly moving back and forth.

A quick step forward causes them to fall on their bottoms.

An opportunity!

"ATTACK! NOW!"

Quick successions of hacking and slashing, murdering the goblins as fast as possible while they are unable to react.

Their terrified screams echo down the cave causing an uproar.

A booming voice commands them to stop.

"ALL THOSE THAT FLEE SHALL DIE!"

In the darkness, outside the light of the torch, screams and disgruntled shouts occur.

A terrified goblin stumbles against Howard. Looking more afraid of the dark than of us.

"Retreat! We need to get out of here!"

Looking at the situation, it was time to go.

Staying any longer would just result in potential death and injuries.

The girls in the back turn around dashing through the dark cave as fast as possible. Followed by the spearmen and then the tanks.

"RUNNING? ARE YOU RUNNING? GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARDS!!"

As we turn away and start to run out of the cave a booming voice echoing in the cave reaches us. To make matters worse, loud deafening footsteps can be heard.

Each step brings it closer and closer.

"RUN! FASTER! ONCE YOU MAKE IT OUT, GET ACROSS THE RIVER!"

I shout at the top of my lungs and pray that the voice does not reach us.

"COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARDS!"

In the distance, I can see it, the night sky. Even without the moon, it is still brighter than the cave.

We were almost there.

The huffing and the puffing were worth it.

Robin and Melody, exits the cave and dash into the river, wading across as fast as possible while signaling to the goblins to be ready to fire their arrows.

Frank, Owen and I come out next jumping into the river and as fast as possible get to the other side.

David comes next with a worried expression. Waving his arms in the air and desperately shouted at us.

"IT CAUGHT UP! IT CAUGHT UP! HOWARD HE-HE-ARGH!."

Blown out of the cave and crashing into David was Howard.

Shattered remains of the shield in his hand.

Blood ran down the corner of his mouth as he slowly opens his eyes.

"David get across the river now!"

He stands up weakly.

"NO! Get back, Howard. I can do it."

David stands in front of Howard in a defensive position. Staring intently at the cave, waiting.

Clad in a bronze chest plate and leggings. Holding a double-headed stone ax with a bronze handle. An orc larger than its other kin steps out of the cave slowly. Eyeing us from left to right. An annoyed expression appears on its face as it looks at us.

"So...It's you, bastards. You came before. Now you are back. I am Balta. A proud orc general. FEAR ME!"