Today its part Four of Old Friends. If you missed them, you can read Part One Here, Part Two Here and Part Three Here.
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Old Friends: a Tale of the Holtlands
Part Four
Tyria only heard the faintest sound to warn her of attack. Turning, she caught the Fell’s stomach with the swinging blade, disembowelling it. It kept coming, momentum propelling it. The extended claws sliced through the heavy leather of her jerkin.
Armour, she thought through the wave of pain that engulfed her. I need armour. She kicked the next attacker in the gut, and beheaded it. Lots and lots of really strong armour.
Hot slick blood spread through her cotton undershirt.
Keep moving, she ordered herself. Don’t think about them, about Reese, about anything. Keep moving. If you stop, you die.
The blob of light moved further out over the lake of blood and all around her the dark shadows, with claws as sharp as steel, writhed and thickened. Their own rancid blood pooled beneath her feet, and splattered across her face. She spat it out.
