Catching the Wind

Enter the Wind

With a quick glance over his blood covered shoulder, he was able to see the prince on his horse was able to put distance between himself and the army. When he turned back, there was a sword coming down right on his face before it was blocked. It was Barreth, he had come down the hill just in time.

“Aye! Brother, we’s havin fun yet?” Barreth grunted as he pulled back and skewered a soldier in front of him.

“Emph, something close to it, but tis not even started!” grunting his response as he reached down to pull up one of his men that had been knocked back, Nikolas had to block another slash coming in his direction.

All around Nikolas, his men were starting to dwindle in numbers. The same thing could be said with the Queens army, but the men, standing on the side of the King, had yet to attack. Through the blood being slung and the bodies starting to fall around him, Nikolas could see the King, sitting atop a white horse, up closer to the castle.

“Coward!” Nikolas yelled