Chapter 26: The Battle of Soctaria
Harry shot first as the legion of knights charged, slightly slower than Marcus was running. When he made it back to Sirius and Harry, he picked up his own bow and began to fire. So far Harry and Sirius had taken out ten of the knights between the two of them, leaving 34 left. There was only time for another three shots each. Sirius yelled to Marcus.
"You shouldn't have done that..."
"I found out what we needed... He wasn't useful any more" He replied, taking out another knight at the same time. Harry had killed another two, and Sirius three by the time they had to draw their swords. Harry yelled out at the last moment, somewhat illogically and emotionally...
"For Cho!"
"For Herm!" Marcus echoed with the same enraged passion in his voice.
"Aaarrrhhh!" Sirius exclaimed as his blade met that of the first knight, parrying it to the side, then slicing through the side of the knight, who fell to the ground, arm severed from body.
Thankfully for the three, the knights came at varying speeds, and so they were usually only fighting six at a time between them. Harry had only once used a sword before, the sword of Gryffindor, and then it was simple, he knew what he had to do, just drive it into the snake. But now was hard. He parried another attack and stepped back, falling over a dead body behind him. The attacker pointed his sword down, ready to drive it through Harry, who screamed loudly. Just as he was thinking how sorry he was to Cho, he saw the point of Marcus's sword appear in the chest of the attacker. The knight dropped his sword, but Harry saw what was going to happen and rolled away just in time. He was about to yell thanks to Marcus, when he saw another knight advancing.
"Look out!" Harry cried out moments too late. Marcus lightly parried the blade, but it still cut into Marcus's left arm. By this time, Harry was up, and drove his sword into the knight's stomach. Marcus carried on bravely, killing another three before noticing that the odds were starting to improve...
Sirius was a great swordsman, but one of the larger knights had him in some trouble. They fought ferociously together, obviously both were on the edge of their ability, and it was apparent that soon one of them would be killed. Sirius parried left, then right, before making an axe-like attack towards the knight's head. This was blocked with a crossed sword from the knight, who immediately flicked Sirius's blade to the side, and thrust forward again. This was soon proven to be a mistake as Sirius, being smaller, quickly moved away and brought his blade down through the back of his attacker.
After more of the same, finally the odds were one to one. Marcus had partially recovered from his wound, but was still having trouble as Harry dispatched of his own opponent. Sirius seemed exhausted by the whole event as he finally took down his attacker.
Marcus was in big trouble. He parried to the right, exhausted, but his opponent was quick, and he thrust towards Marcus again, with lightning pace. Marcus saw it, but too late. He felt the steel of the blade sink into him, the initial pain of his skin being punctured, then the blurring of everything around him... The last thing he saw was Harry slicing the man's arm off and Sirius driving his sword through the man's heart...
Harry shot first as the legion of knights charged, slightly slower than Marcus was running. When he made it back to Sirius and Harry, he picked up his own bow and began to fire. So far Harry and Sirius had taken out ten of the knights between the two of them, leaving 34 left. There was only time for another three shots each. Sirius yelled to Marcus.
"You shouldn't have done that..."
"I found out what we needed... He wasn't useful any more" He replied, taking out another knight at the same time. Harry had killed another two, and Sirius three by the time they had to draw their swords. Harry yelled out at the last moment, somewhat illogically and emotionally...
"For Cho!"
"For Herm!" Marcus echoed with the same enraged passion in his voice.
"Aaarrrhhh!" Sirius exclaimed as his blade met that of the first knight, parrying it to the side, then slicing through the side of the knight, who fell to the ground, arm severed from body.
Thankfully for the three, the knights came at varying speeds, and so they were usually only fighting six at a time between them. Harry had only once used a sword before, the sword of Gryffindor, and then it was simple, he knew what he had to do, just drive it into the snake. But now was hard. He parried another attack and stepped back, falling over a dead body behind him. The attacker pointed his sword down, ready to drive it through Harry, who screamed loudly. Just as he was thinking how sorry he was to Cho, he saw the point of Marcus's sword appear in the chest of the attacker. The knight dropped his sword, but Harry saw what was going to happen and rolled away just in time. He was about to yell thanks to Marcus, when he saw another knight advancing.
"Look out!" Harry cried out moments too late. Marcus lightly parried the blade, but it still cut into Marcus's left arm. By this time, Harry was up, and drove his sword into the knight's stomach. Marcus carried on bravely, killing another three before noticing that the odds were starting to improve...
Sirius was a great swordsman, but one of the larger knights had him in some trouble. They fought ferociously together, obviously both were on the edge of their ability, and it was apparent that soon one of them would be killed. Sirius parried left, then right, before making an axe-like attack towards the knight's head. This was blocked with a crossed sword from the knight, who immediately flicked Sirius's blade to the side, and thrust forward again. This was soon proven to be a mistake as Sirius, being smaller, quickly moved away and brought his blade down through the back of his attacker.
After more of the same, finally the odds were one to one. Marcus had partially recovered from his wound, but was still having trouble as Harry dispatched of his own opponent. Sirius seemed exhausted by the whole event as he finally took down his attacker.
Marcus was in big trouble. He parried to the right, exhausted, but his opponent was quick, and he thrust towards Marcus again, with lightning pace. Marcus saw it, but too late. He felt the steel of the blade sink into him, the initial pain of his skin being punctured, then the blurring of everything around him... The last thing he saw was Harry slicing the man's arm off and Sirius driving his sword through the man's heart...
