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Hey this is my first Eragon fanfic so hope you enjoy. Its about a fight with band of Kull fighting men.
The sun beat down on my back me and my Pack, My tongue felt as dry as the hadarak desert as we trudged over mounds of cracked earth. There were only around 17 of my rams left as a plague took most of our tribe and dehydration the rest. To my right Morgan my 7 foot second in command uttered in a raspy voice so different to his usual deep rich one it made me check it was him " Bless my horns, Game" he said a spark in his eyes that over the month I thought un-existent. I looked to the spot he pointed at and true to his word 3 Bears were asleep in a clearing. Then on my orders 3 of my rams pulled out there swords and crept to the bears. Looking up at me they waited till I nodded then brought down there swords 2 of the bears were instantly killed, the last angry it swiped its paw at the young Urgal tasked to kill it. The blow hit the face of the young Urgal breaking his neck and killing it we drew our maces, our swords, and our axes yet before we charged, an arrow hit the bear in the back of its neck as the bear fell. Then about 50 solders with spears held at us emerged from a patch of trees the one with the bow was with a smaller group of about 10 all aimed at me and my rams."Charge" I bellowed lifting COMA my mace above my head running towards the frightened solders. To my left 3 rams fell down each with arrows protruding from there heads. I Smashed my mace into the solders arm breaking his arm, a jagged spike of bone logged in his chest from his arm painfully killing him. Swinging my mace I deled 2 fatal blows. About 30 men remained including the archers yet 5 Kull were still beside me smashing and cutting the way through. 2 more of my Kull fell to arrows then Morgan letting loose a bellow halfway between his raspy voice and rich one he ran to the arches slaying all who stood before him, with his axe he dealt blow after blow after blow. When he turned a man stood before him with a spear the 14 men and 3 Kull excluding Morgan. Morgan swung his axe at the solder not even reaching up to Morgan's muscled chest, the man ducked then backed away Morgan in his arrogance lifted up his head and let out a laugh, it was the laugh of a madman. Using this to his advantage the man ran forwards and stabbed Morgan's Chest going through him and out the other side with a thunk Morgan hit the floor then to add insult to the wound he stamped on Morgan's horns breaking them. After about 3 minutes of fighting my brethren were dead 7 solders remained including the bane of Morgan he smiled at me then threw his spear into my neck. I Started to choke then the man closest to my lifted up a fallen Rams mace and with difficultly hit the shaft the blood flow was now impossibly fast then BLACK.
