I know this is really short but I am just terrible at writing long things. Please review. I want to know what you, the readers think.
Eragon's P.O.V
We were facing impossible odd. Me and Saphria were on a routine search for a good place to raise the new age of dragon riders when we were ambushed. A thousand urgals against a dragon a rider. We saw them coming from a mile off but didn't realize their number until there were upon us.
Between me and Saphria we must have slain almost 300 but for every one we slew another two stepped up to take its place. Within minutes our wards were gone and we were exposed to every slash and urgal threw at us. Only a few more minutes both me and Saphria had exasusted our magic to the point where we could barely focus. We fought on like this for almost an hour. All too soon however my focus slipped. For only half a second but it was enough for a urgal behind me to stab a sword through my chest.
The world seemed to slow down. I could make out every detail. I saw the urgals we had slain surrounding us. I saw the urgal who had stabbed me brandish his sword and let out a war cry.
I looked to my left and saw Saphria. She let loose a houl, the likes of which I had never heard before. Then urgal after urgal stabbed their swords in her chest and all along her neck. Eragon felt each wound as if they were his own.
He let loose one last son for his fallen dragon then collapsed on the ground, the life bleeding out of him.