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Thankfully, however, Y was not fighting alone.
His companion with the rapier harassed the enemy and eventually found a gap in his defense.
Fighting two enemies at once was hard and this alone had been enough to make the difference.
The point of the rapier slipped in through the visor and took the man out with a single shot.

Y grabbed the shield and, though his legs were heavy and tired, ran up the side of the ditch.
He managed to topple over a husk with a shield bash and hold it on the ground with his foot.
The ascent was rough but they had made it back out onto the muddy fields in between two of the ditches.

The Neonite stopped for a moment to look around him, studying his surroundings.

Straight ahead he could see Winchester fighting.
His horse was dead on the ground behind him, taken down with two spears.
The Prince was holding his side. His hand was covered in blood.
There were five men protecting him from all sides but close to a dozen enemies surrounding them.
The field to the left was bloody and filled with bodies.
There were some here still on their feet fighting.
Anyone who had gone the other way, too close to the walls, was shot down.
Then, looking behind him, Y realized just how truly hopeless this battle really was.

The enemy forces which had been blocking the front gate had redirected to this wall.
They went up against three or four hundred before and, somehow,
Perhaps it was the surprise assault or their fervor or something else,
They were somehow making it a close battle.
But now eight hundred were riding at them from around the southern wall.
And the ones in front were armed with javelins and longbows.

"Run!" Y commanded.

His companion took a javelin through the spine and fell face first to the ground.
All Y could do was charge forward into the next ditch and fall into it.
Arrows rained into the ground around him. By pure luck he was not hit.
And once he was down there he was at a bad angle to shoot at directly.

Holding the shield forward he barreled into an enemy husk from behind and smashed it aside.
"Winchester," Y called out. "We have to move! North!"

The Prince, mad with the elation of battle, was rooted in position and fighting like a berserker.
The words of the Neonite did, however, reach him. "Form up!" he instructed.
One of the men who'd been protecting him was already dead by the time Y got there.
But, together, they ran north through the mud and blood and an inch of water.
Y did not get another kill during this run but the man to his left did manage to slay an enemy soldier.
One of their own was dropped from behind by an arrow,
And a javelin flew through the air but missed the group by a wide mark.

Rutherford had somehow found a third horse in all of the chaos.
He was standing up on the grass by himself now, fencing an enemy with his sword.
He'd lost his shield somehow in the chaos.
He glanced their way and seemed to already be aware of the situation.
"Toward the walls," Rutherford quickly advised. "And keep moving North!"
He spun his mount, letting it kick the enemy beside him, and then rode on the outer edge of the ditch.

Winchester, his few soldiers, and Y cut diagonally across the field as they emerged from the second ditch.
There was another row of ditches here, closer to the wall.
They went down through it, let the arrows sail over their heads, and came back up on the other side.
Y still heard the sound of fighting raging around them but didn't stop to look.
He guessed they likely still had between thirty and fifty men on their feet.
But those were likely to be swamped within a matter of moments.
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