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Winchester looked north and then south. The enemy still was not moving.
Not wanting to agitate them it seemed the Redgard forces had stopped firing into them as well.
He turned his sword over in his hand, rotating the blade.
"Then put your Faith in me," he commanded her. "Give your Love to me."
"I'm not the kind of person who would ignore that."

What the hell was he going to...?
Just now, in this moment, what could he even do?
There was still a chance to end this by being captured.
It wasn't ideal but they might survive and there would be hope for the future.
If he tried anything now then they'd all be killed.

The heavy infantry to the north began to slowly march this way.
They weren't going to sit there forever, of course. That made sense.

One of the stragglers began to crawl out of the ditch.
He was grabbed by a husk and his throat was slit.
He let out a cry of agony as his blood burst forth into the wet dirt.
No, perhaps, hoping for mercy was insane and optimistic.
Perhaps for once Winchester was actually being sane.

"We made a promise, didn't we?" Alura told him. "Of course you have that."

"Good." Winchester took her hand. Then released it.
"Then I command you to pray, and do not let doubt cloud your mind."
"For my Faith in you is an absolute truth. If you claim to have Faith in me..."
"Then you cannot doubt that my Faith in you will bear fruit as well."

What kind of circular logic was that?
Y wanted to grab the Prince and scream at him.
He heard the thundering of hooves and then suddenly realized the enemy to their rear had already mobilized.
Forget waiting for the pike wielders to come and find them.
The cavalry was already on top of them.
The man to his left side was killed instantly, being knocked across the ground.
His back split into two halves and he let out a gurgle as his blood erupted outward like a blooming flower.
The enemy circled back, forming a ring around them.
The foes here, husks and riders, began to cut at the outside edge of their already thin defensive line.
They'd last a minute at most. Maybe a bit more if they fought with courage.

Alura Badaura fell to her knees.

Y grabbed an enemy who was in the saddle and ripped him out of it as he rode past.
He took the enemy to the ground and stabbed at his back and torso frantically.
Rutherford moved to his side and protected his flank as someone else charged at his exposed side.
He heard the ringing of steel, the horrible choking sound of death, the heavy thud of limp bodies hitting the floor.

"I know you've never listened to me before."
"Or maybe you have and you chose not to do anything about it."
"Maybe it's because I've been undeserving up until now."
"But I think that I'm only a mortal."
"I won't lie and say that I've tried my best."

"I haven't."

Hayes took a blade in his forearm and fell backwards off of his horse.
His breatplate cracked and also bent inward slightly from the force of the fall.
Y took a step forward, standing over him, and raised his arms defensively.
The enemy waited for Rutherford's horse to dance out of the way.
Then he advanced and poked downward at Y with a trident.
He felt the blade bury itself in his shoulder and then rip back out.

"But I do try. Sometimes."
"And I don't want to die. I don't want my husband to die."
"I don't want my country to be destroyed by foreign invaders."
"I don't want my world to be consumed by the Darkness."
"And I think... I think whatever you are..."
"I think you are something that can do something about it."
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