The next day was mostly spent waiting on the war council to finish. When they finally came out of the back room, most of us had resorted to wrestling with each other, or sparring, or target practice. Then General Pig announced that we would wait two days then attack at night, to surprise them. We were dismissed for the rest of the day, so we could do whatever. I went out, found a tree, and climbed it. Reaching a good spot, I jumped to an adjacent tree. Then to another. I continued this all day, because I felt like I was awesome doing it.
The next few days went by stressfully and uneventfully. During this time, it became undeniably clear that General Pig was not a good leader, but we managed. The day of the attack, Pig divided the whole army into three groups. One the go through the front, and two to come from the back. A pretty good strategy. That night, at midnight, we left the castle, probably for the last time. As soon as we marched into the Dragon's territory, an alarm was raised, and scouts ran back to the castle, along with soldiers who had no assignment for the day. We caught a few, I shot several in the feet, but the deed was done. A TNT cannon blasted through the still night, its charge landing right in the middle of our formation. As we scattered away from it, it gave us a little push along. Then we split into our three groups, two teams around back, one in the front. The Dragons all gave shouts of glee as they saw the first squad emerge from the forest. It was a pitifully small group. They thought they would win. The other groups, I among them, crept around the fighting to the back, where we scaled the walls, and began to attack from inside the castle itself.
While I was taking aim on a big, burly guy with a war hammer, someone crept up on me, and punched the side of my face. Turning, I introduced him to my fist. It broke his nose. His nose broke my fist. Grabbing an arrow with my good hand, I stabbed him with it, and then saw more coming my way. The bow was of no use now, as I had a broken hand. So I did the next best thing. I hit the oncoming soldiers with it until it broke. Then, rolling under one guy, I picked up Nose's sword, and brought it up in an arc across the guys back. He shouted and went down, not dead, but in too much pain to care. Turning, I hit the other one with the flat of the blade in his neck. Oops. He pulled out his own sword and attacked. Jumping away, I leapt off the side, landing on a ledge down below. I could take down a guy with a wooden sword, but not one with a diamond rapier. Unfortunately for me, he followed me down.
With a gulp, I tried to swipe at his legs. In return, I got a new scar along my jaw line, and down my neck. Carefully maneuvering his sword, he knocked mine off the ledge, and shoved me against the wall. Then he grinned, pulling a dagger out of its sheath on his belt. Laughing, he plunged it into my shoulder. And again into my stomach. At this point I started having tunnel vision, and thought, I don't wanna die like this. So I mustered up my last bit of energy, and brought my knee up, as hard as I could. Apparently, I had more energy than I thought. Or maybe I had an extra dose of adrenaline, because he instinctively curled up, releasing me. I pulled the dagger out of my stomach, as much as it hurt, and sliced his neck open. Picking up his sword, I made my way into the rest of the battle. I should probably stop, take a break, but right now, we needed as many soldiers as we could get. So, when the battle entered the main hall, I found I could do nothing. Slumping down in a corner in defeat, I saw a chest hidden in crack in the wall. Reaching into it, my hand closed on a familiar feeling item. Smiling, I pulled the bow out, and the arrows with it. My hand was broken, but I had learned over the years how to cope with such things. Pulling off my shoes, I climbed up onto a statue of a dragon, and held the bow between my feet. Pulling back the arrow, I took aim, and fired into the crowd Dragons. One went down, tripping up another, and both were killed by a Red Fist soldier. Continuing until I had one arrow left, I looked around for a person to take down with it. My eyes landed on the chief of the Dragons, fighting with General Pig. I took aim carefully, adjusting for his movements, and shot. The arrow flew beautifully, hitting hi square in the back, right through his heart. Immediately, the game announced that the Red Fists had won. The battle stopped, and there was silence for a moment. Then a wild roar of victory went up from the Red team. 'We won!' Was my last thought as the game spawned everyone back into the lobby, and the whole cycle started again.
So there you have it folks. a three shot depicting the war games. I have nothing to say here, except bye. So uh...
I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!
Arrivederci, Amicos!