The Retreat : Where it Hurts

Phanan, eyes narrowed, with sword in hand looked at the four berserkers. Dakul lay against a tree behind the five holding his arm in pain. Jon looked over at him, and Eran looked back. Eran nodded, and with his good arm tossed his war hammer as far as he could. Jon caught it, and strained to lift it. The hammer was heavy, but negotiable with one arm. Captain Devore was on the ground, attending to Brayden. Junora was there as well, holding Brayden's hand. The one berserker that Devore had attacked was now laying unconscious on the ground. Jon was weighing the odds in his hands, and they weren't entirely favorable, however, they were going to have to survive this, or become mulch.

"Lucas." Jon said cooly and collectively.

"Yeah." He replied.

"You've got the one to the far right. First swipe to the arm, followed by one to the head. Primary objective is the head. Crush it, slice it, cut it off, I don't care. That thing's gotta drop in fifteen seconds."

"Understood." He replied. His hands gripped the polearm a little tighter. His arm muscles tensed in preparation for what was about to happen.

"Junora, I'm gonna need you to pepper the one on the far left with arrows. Aim for the eyes."

She nodded slightly, and awkwardly reached for her bow, with careful consideration, and uneasiness.

"Alright you bottom feeding trash bags!" Jon yelled at the four remaining berserkers. They stopped, and looked at him, their eyes glowing red. "Your mine..." With that, the attack started.

Lucas and Jon sprinted forward. Lucas jumped, polearm raised. The blade on the end cut through the arm of his berserker. As he landed, he instinctively jabbed upwards, impaling the berserkers head on the weapons. He pulled hard, ripping the had from the neck. In the flowing motion, the head flew from the end of the polearm, hitting one of the two middle berserkers in the head. This made the one middle berserker turn, and momentarily distracted. Lucas smiled, and pointed towards Jon. As the berserker turned, a crazed smile crossed his face. At least, before his head was removed.

Jon's sword connected with the thick neck of the berserker, making a clean cut. The lifeless body fell, as the head rolled back into the woods. The berserker to his left was caught with a blow to the chest with the war hammer being wielded in the other hand. The berserker from the left turned to help its comrade until he received an arrow shot to the shoulder. It turned in the direction of the attack to see a somewhat frightened Junora setting another arrow to be fired. The berserker smiled through the ragged mask, and started towards her.

She fired off another arrow, hitting the berserker in the torso. It continued on. Its pace quickened, and it lunged at her when it was broadsided by Dakul. He winced in pain as he rolled out of the fall and back to his feet, still holding his injured shoulder. The berserker rubbed his head, and looked at Dakul. It rose back to its feet, and straitened itself out.

"A little help," Dakul yelled.

Instinctively, Jon tossed the sword in the direction of the cry. Dakul caught the sword on the fly, and rolled under the approaching berserker between the legs. Back on his feet, Dakul made a quick stab through the spine of the creature, and then removed the sword, taking another quick swing slicing the creature in the back of the neck. The head fell forward, with the menacing smile still there, until the body collapsed. That left Jon and the final berserker.

Jon, now wielding the war hammer dodged another attack from the sestis of the berserker. He could feel the rush of air from the swung weapon pass by his head. *Damnation,* he thought to himself. Jon somersaulted forward between the legs of the taller creature. Not knowing what tactic maneuver to perform, Jon quickly took the hammer and swung upwards between the creature's legs. The creature gave a loud, omnipresent groan of pain. It fell forward, and lay curled up on the ground for a few moments before it sulked away in pain.

"Nice move." Lucas commented, approaching Jon. He was slightly winded, and had a large smile on his face. "Who would've thought ?"

"You're telling me." Jon replied, a grin now starting to form on his face. "He's not gonna be too happy though." He then looked over to Brayden who was still laying on the ground. "Besides, we have more pressing matters right now."