I didn't like writing this chapter as much as others as I'm not brilliant at writing action parts of a story so I'm hoping this is alright but if it isn't sorry but it's the best I can do :)
D'artagnan
D'artagnan stood with the other musketeers and Treville, looking over the wall at Blackwater bay. "Where are they?" He muttered, his leg jittering up and down.
Athos put a hand on D'artagnan's shoulder, stopping his nervous movements. "Calm down." D'artagnan nodded, sending a grateful look to the older musketeer.
"Sorry." D'artagnan apologised but it didn't stop his nerves from showing. His 3 friends shared concerned looks but none said anything, instead moving a little closer to the younger musketeer offering comfort. D'artagnan said nothin of it but he felt gratefulness flood him as Aramis placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Athos
Watching the water in stoic silence, Athos felt a certain amount of self-hatred, angry that he had been unable to send his friends away before Stannis got here. D'artagnan was too young for this. Too young and not ready. His nervous energy was testimony to that. Athos vowed he would stay as close to the younger man as possible. He would allow no harm to come to D'artagnan.
Porthos
A low drum beat drifted from the waters towards where they stood, freezing Porthos in place. He had lived through the Lannisters' siege of the city but this was different. This time he would be fighting on the front lines. "There here." Porthos could hear the nervousness in Aramis' tone, the only tell the usually unafraid musketeer showed that he was.
"Then we'll fight them." Porthos answered, gaining a thankful look from Aramis. "Together." Porthos would fight with his friends. His brothers. No harm would come to them while he was here.
Aramis
The drums grew louder as the ships came into view. Aramis had been standing still, nervous energy coiling in his limbs. Now he felt adrenalin spike as the first ship appeared. "We stick together." Athos muttered, sending pointed look to each of his friends. Aramis nodded in agreement, though he knew it would be nearly impossible to keep that agreement. But Aramis swore in that moment that he would try to protect his friends in the best way he could.
Treville
Treville watched his musketeers stand in silence as the ships drew into Blackwater bay. Holding his breath, Treville located the one royal ship, moving slowly towards the oncoming fleet. From where he stood he could hear the murmurs among his men, wondering where the other ships were. Treville only waited as the signal came from across the wall. His eyes tracked a flaming arrow making its' way to Stannis' ship. Holding his breath, Treville waited for the battle to begin.
General POV
An explosion followed the arrow, Stannis' ships lighting up with wildfire. "What?" D'artagnan breathed as Aramis murmured a prayer under his breath and Porthos swore.
"Wildfire." Athos breathed shock lacing his tone.
"Are they all dead?" D'artagnan asked but as he said it he saw small ships sailing from the distance.
"Apparently not." Aramis stated. He had taken an arrow and knocked it in his bow ready to fire when the first ships docked.
"Stay close whatever happens." Athos said to the other three, making it clear that he wouldn't be happy if any of them did anything reckless or stupid.
"Always." Aramis replied, sending a dazzling smile at them as a shout to fire came up. A hundred or so arrows flew in the direction of the oncoming men, flying like black ravens in the night sky.
Treville motioned for the four of them as Stannis' men got onto the beach. From where they stood they could see that men had already been sent over the wall. "I want you on the other side of the wall." Treville said, earning nods from the musketeers, who had gathered at Treville's words. D'artagnan paled slightly at the order but his eyes spoke that he would do what was necessary.
Looking at each of his men in turn, Treville knew that the majority of them wouldn't come back. But it was an order and even though Treville wanted to refuse it, he didn't have a choice in the matter. He could only hope that some of his men might come back.
Athos, Aramis, Porthos and D'artagnan stayed together as part of the gate was opened and the followed the other musketeers out of the gate, raising their swords as they went. Arrows flew over their heads as a group of Stannis' men rushed the musketeers. Swords clashed in the night as steel met steel and man after man fell.
From the corner of Aramis' eye he saw a musketeer, Francis, take an arrow in the back and fall down. He wanted to see if the other musketeer was alive but a man came up in front of him, swinging an axe towards his face. Ducking at the last second, Aramis brought his sword up to the man's legs, knocking his would be assailant onto the ground.
Porthos sent a nod over to Aramis as he dispatched another man, hoping the arrows wouldn't hit him. Those up firing weren't as talented as Aramis and he could see a number of Lannister me had already taken arrows from their own side.
There were too many of them. Athos realised that the second they'd gotten out of the gate. Stannis' men just kept coming and for everyone they killed another took his place. It was folly to stay out here and Athos knew it. Shouting to Aramis and Porthos, Athos motioned for them to retreat back to the gate. Aramis caught his eye and nodded once but Porthos didn't seem to see him or had at least gotten lost.
Making his way over to Aramis, Athos shouted "Get Porthos, I'll find D'artagnan. We can't stay here." Aramis nodded once, worry etching his features when he did a quick survey of the surrounding area and didn't see D'artagnan.
Athos moved as fast as he could, dodging the blows as he searched for D'artagnan in the chaos. Worry filled his gut like a dead weight and all he could think was what if the young Gascon was dead.
Somehow Aramis managed to fight his way over to Porthos, who was fighting an opponent almost as big as himself. "Porthos!" Aramis shouted just as a man came out of nowhere with an axe, aiming towards Porthos' back. Quickly, Aramis threw a dagger from his side at the man, who fell dead onto the floor instantly.
Porthos turned sending a grateful look as Aramis as he ducked and brought his sword up into his opponent's undefended belly. "Where's Athos?" Porthos asked as Aramis came to stand next to him.
"Looking for D'artagnan. Are you injured?" Porthos shook his head and Aramis let out a sigh of relief just as a man came up behind the two friends. His sword came down and Aramis narrowly dodged the blade as Porthos swung his sword at the man.
"You alright?" Porthos asked, frowning at Aramis. Placing his hand on his side he felt wet blood on it, the sword must have nicked his side. But it wasn't something he needed to worry Porthos over. He was fine.
"Yeah, we need to get out of here." Aramis stated, moving his hand from his side so Porthos wouldn't see the injury.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Porthos replied as the two musketeers made their way back to the gate. As they came across the gate, Aramis looked a little behind to check if D'artagnan or Athos were in sight but they weren't.
"They're probably inside already." Porthos said, placing a hand on Aramis' shoulder to pull him back inside as an arrow flew past Aramis' ear. Nodding once, Aramis pushed his way inside, hoping that Athos and D'artagnan would be there.
Meanwhile….
The man had pushed D'artagnan back his sword falling with force onto D'artagnan sword. He didn't think he had much more of this on him and the man seemed to realise this as he pushed his advantage.
D'artagnan fell onto his back as his sword fell from his grip a sharp sting in his wrist from where the man had hit it with the hilt of his shoulder. D'artagnan went for his dagger but the man only grinned, kicking it from his hand. Letting out a sharp yell as he heard a crack, D'artagnan looked on in horror as the man brought his sword down for the killing blow.
Decided to put this chapter into two parts and because I'm mean decided to end this part with a cliff hanger.
As always hope you enjoyed and please review