ManHunt

[RoadKill]

MANHUNT

(Courtasy of Sinan)


“GENERAL!”

General Alexandros, swung himself around to the petrified soldier, the soldier quickly compliments the captain with a salute and speaks, exhaling loudly.

“The Hospitaller are here! They have broken through the last of the Dismounted Noble knights!”

The general’s expression quickly changed in a glance, frowning and scrunching his face up.

“Damn it, damn them to hell!” the general yells. He raises his blood stained sword high, as it skims past the dusty air, and as sand blows past his armor slipping past.

“Arm the last wall with our archers, push the spear militia to intercept them at the gates, have the remaining noble knights mount behind the spear militia to charge in the correct timing,”

Quickly the soldier scurried to their positions, making the last defense. They had no where to run, no where to hide, nothing to do but fight till the end.

General Alexandros was armed with a beautiful steel armor, covered with dents, and scratches, and cracks. His beautiful gold and black decorated tunic that goes over it, was ripped and stained with the blood of hundreds. His helmet was punctured with holes, making it visible to see into. His sword was still slick but covered with blood. His 6 lingering bodyguards was in no better condition then he was. General Alexandros has slammed himself at the enemy force since the beginning of the assault, sacrificing many of his men for the retreat and reforming of the militias.

“Lord! The men are ready!”

General Alexandros nodded in acknowledgment at the captain archer.

He scanned through his lasting forces, his men all in position, all willing to give up their lives, all willing to fight even though there isn’t a chance of success anywhere. He had a serious grin, a grin of pride and glory.

“MEN! Today may be the last day of our pitiful lives, they have outnumbered us, they have over powered us, they have isolated us pushing us to the edge, but, we shall not die in vain, we shall fight till the last breathe, for what we believe in and take HUNDRED TO HELL WITH US!”

The army responded roaring and cheering.

“Their arriving!” the captain archer screams above the wall.

“Archers fire!” General Alexandros cries.

The 47 archers lit their last arrows on fire, loaded, and fired the burning flames at the thousands of men rushing to the last gate, peircing them and lighting them on fire, but that didn't even lay a scartch on their forces. The rank of spear militia pointed their spears at the gate, ready for the enemies to flood in. Behind the spear militia, General Alexandros and his 6 bodygaurds and noble knights, dropped their lances, positioned to charge.

“Grom,”

“Yes my liege!?”

“Take the empress and my children and leave, escort them away, away from these damn deserts, we will hold these spots on our own long enough for you to escape from their grasps.”

“My liege, I swore an oath to stay by your side, till the end, I shall not leave your side,”

General Alexandros gripped Grom’s shoulders, and looked at him deep in the eye with a stare that forced any to obey. It felt like eternity, but Grom nodded in obedience. General Alexandros then handed something to Grom.

“Take it, give it to –

Grom did not need to wait for the General Alexandros to finish his sentence, to understand what he wants done, he took it and turned his horse around, as it neighed and rushed to the manor.

Thousands of men dressed in black tunics, with mail and a white cross in the center of the tunic, crunched together ramming down the gates. In the matter of seconds the gate blew apart spraying the spear militia with splinters the size of logs, and like a flood the enemy poured inside the last walls. The spear militia held on for what seemed eternity, but could not push the thousands of men back out. The enemy were vast and more powerful then the inexperienced spearmen. It was the matter of seconds. It was a bloody sight, for a second everything slowed down, General Alexandros saw one of his men lying on the floor covered in blood from a far at where the spear militia were holding, the man looked at the general with wide eyes for a second, before everything flashed back and hundreds of black steel heels crushed onto the limbs of them men, crushing him to the floor, giving him a slow and painful death.

A tear rolled down General Alexandros face, and splashed onto the dry dirt ground, where rain hasn’t touched for ages, immediately the dirt absorbed the tear into nothingness.

“CHHHAAARRGGEEE!!!” General Alexandros’ voice boomed. The noble knights blew the horn and rampaged straight at the black dressed enemy, penetrating their armor with their lances, while crushing men under the hooves of their blood lusty horses.

Alexandros quickly glanced back at Grom that was retreating to the manor, whispered a quick prayer, raised his sword, and charged his remaining men into the oblivion of death.

Alexandros swings left, right, ripping apart his enemy.

“Keep Fighting!” Alexandros roared. Right then a burst of pain strikes Alexandros body, a spear popped into his side, then ripped out, his organs. Yet Alexandros kept fighting, slicing down men swipe after swipe. Slowly he saw his men sliced down, ripped apart. He raised his horse, and it whined and pounded onto two Hospitallers crushing their skulls.

One of his knights laid on the floor next to him impaled with wounds all over, gushing blood.

“It was a pleasure serving you, my liege,” the knight said with his last gasp of air.

Alexandros screams a battle cry, ripping out the sword impaled in one of the dead soilders whips around slitting a Hospitaller’s throat behind him then turns around slitting another’s stomach. Four swords plunge into his already open wounds, pushing Alexandros’ pain to a limit, he raised his sword ripping apart the four men’s hands freeing himself from the pain of the swords in his body. He could fight no longer he drops to the floor on his knee, as he is surrounded by swords pointed at him.

Then a voice broke the painful silence.

“Give me it,” a low synister voice boomed.

Alexandros ignored his request.

“GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU BASTURD!” the man hits Alexandros to the floor with the butt of his sword.

Alexandros looked at him with an emotionless stare.

“Kill me,”

“Oh, I’ll make sure your begging for death after I’m done with you,”

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That is just the prolouge, by the way this is a rewrite of Daggers in smiles, since it was pretty bad. Please comment and tell me what you think.