The Forgotten

I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything. Not even my name. But I am being chased by brutal killers... I will probably be dead by the time you read this.


13. Injuries

The energy blast had hit a huge area of humans, reducing them to ashes, smashing a huge hole through the stadium seats. I gasped at the sheer power of it, then tried to ignore my shock and help the boy. "I'm going to release the kid. Cover me." The man commanded. Who said he was in charge? But I prefered to fight, so I guess I was okay with his order. I started firing arrows at any humans who had recoverd from shock, and slaughtered all who tried to come near to fight us. Magically, my arrows returned to the quiver a few seconds after they hit their target. Despite the mans quick work on freeing the kid, and my swift shooting, we were clearly outnumbered and our chances of escape are slim. "Hurry up!" I yelled, although the humans were getting much closer. I was a single archer. They were a huge army. Oh, yes. These were the battles I lived for. My every arrow found its mark, but soon, they were so close that I just slung my bow over my back, and drew my knives.

Charging at them, I slashed rapidly, taking 4 out in less than two seconds. I spun, stabbed and sliced, attacking left right and center. So far, I had avoided every attack. Then a sword came down above me. Leaping back, I yelped in pain as the blade slashed a gash in my fore head. This distraction was enough for another soldier to slice fast enough to hit my arm. I tried to ignore my pain, but my bad arm refused to hold the knife properly. So soon, I was killing with only one knife. I managed to gain more injuries - painful scars and cuts and bruises, as well as a huge sword strike down my back. I was loosing- no -we were loosing. I fought with all my remaining power, but I knew the chances of survival were slim.

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