A Need for Help
Edmund ran threw the door of the turret slamming it behind him and baring it with his flashlight. He backed against the wall of the turret. He could see the men on the other side trying to break down the door and they would manage it soon. He looked over the wall- it was a sheer drop. No getting off that way.
The solders broke the door and came pouring out. Edmund drew his sword and prepared to fight.
Parrying the first blow, he killed the first soldier with the ease he had learned in his past life. Three soldiers fell at his blows, but he was not so lucky with the fourth. While he was dueling one another hit him over the head with a hilt. Edmund sank to his knees, gasping and felt the cold sword point on his neck.
Their trying to capture me alive! he thought, Why?…
