I looked upon the ruins of the castle in the, where I had lived for so long from my lofty command post in the bleak night. Gra were ruthless, they slaughtered my friends who vainly tried to defend it. Their sacrifice will be remembered. My forces finally started pulling back, more like running for their lives. A cavalier approached me solemnly.
'How many, Matthew?" I asked without looking, my eyes locked on the destruction
"My estimates say two hundred and sixty out of two hundred and seventy seven dead, the rest wounded and most likely headed here now," Matthew analyzed. Matthew was my best cavalier, smart, and skilled with a lance.
"What of Kora? Is she alive?" I asked. Kora was my lover, and my most loyal Myrmidon.
"I think you can answer that" Matthew replied. Kora was the only Altean solider still fighting, lithe and precise slices and slashes downed Gra soldiers quickly. I leaped down from my tower, drawing my Iron Sword.
"Kora, have you gone mad?" I yelled looking for her shining Killer Edge, as I cut through Gra troops.
"Stay back you monsters!" Kora yelled bright orange hair tousled more then it usually is from the fight and tears streaming down her pale face from her blue eyes. She finally collapsed from exhaustion.
"Big sister!" I heard a child's voice cry out
"Come on! Your not dying on me today!" I muttered as I tossed her over my shoulders and ran, back to my post.
"Thanks, Izzy" Kora thanked my with that irritating nickname . Including me, Kora and Matthew only seventeen of my men had survived.
"What are we gonna do now? Our regiment is toast our only hope is if Marth survived," Gabriel, my Sniper asked with a raised eyebrow. He had always been skeptical of me as a leader.
"Well our great leader Isaac and our great regiment has fallen", Emile a Thief, mocked me with a laugh. I had the urge to punch him in the mouth.
"You heard him, Mikhail, Gabriel, Jessica (the youngest and most inexperienced archer of their trio), hunt down any weak Gra, Vladimir, Joshua , Elizabeth, Suzanna, Farrah, and Matthew you paladins and cavaliers are gonna find survivors, civilian or otherwise, Cecil, Kora, you Myrmidons are gonna help the archers and Emile and Isabel look for any gold the Gra left." The group shuffled around moving to their duties. I walked from house to house, sword drawn in case Gra had left any nasty surprises, until I was back to where Kora was fighting. A dead body looked strikingly like Kora, same blazing orange hair and piercing blue eyes except it was a young boy, I closed their eyes out of respect
"ISAAC, ISAAC! GRA HAVE RETURNED!" Jesssica yelled, out of breath and injured.
"Damn those wretches, Emile, Isabel, on me" I shouted. The two thieves formed up next to me, bags filled with gold that Gra soldiers had unwittingly left behind. The rest of the seventeen were already fighting.
'Finally time to give these bastards a taste of their own medicine" Emile chuckled while drawing his Kukri knife. Without warning he dashed jumped and plunged the blade into the back of a Gra horseman's skull, leaping of the body and slitting the neck of a Knight
"Shhh,Shhh,shh good night" Emile whispered with a slight cackle. Isabel slashed two archers across their torsos flawlessly
"Ugghh, dammit, good but not quite perfect its your fault" Isabel complained at Emile. I saw a swords man charge me. I parried his lunge, and attempted a sweep for his legs, only to be blocked by his Silver Sword. A feint lunge, and stab was all that ended him. Within half an hour the Gra were routed
"Nicely done, Izzy" Kora smiled at me.
"Same could be said for you" I responded withdrawing my sword and wiped the blood off it
"Isaac, it's six hours till light, and Elizabeth and I have seen Gra campfires, we should get moving." Vladimir, my lead paladin, advised.
"Agreed, everyone we got get the hell outta here!"