Part 2!!!

Night lifted, and the morning sun rose over the blood coated plains.

Eliwood surveyed his surroundings. He noticed how far he had ran from the camp. In fact, he didn't even know in which direction the camp was.

"Hector!" Eliwood's voice rose and died in the small clearing. "Hector where are you?! I'm lost... which direction is camp in? Maybe if I just follow the trail of dead bodies I can find my way back. " Eliwood followed the trail of blood through the forest and, sure enough, the further he went in the louder the sounds of fighting were. "We're still under attack?" Eliwood heard footsteps behind him, he turned to come face to face with Hector.

"Hector! It's me!! Don't...!!" Eliwood let himself fall back, avoiding the Wolf Beil by mere inches.

"Eliwood? Eliwood are you ok?!" Hector helped Eliwood to his feet.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm beginning to believe Lyn about you being dangerous with that axe. Watch who you swing that thing at. You could have taken my head off!!"

"Sorry, I thought you were a bandit. They haven't let up yet. Guess they didn't notice the dead bandits littering the ground yet!"

"Guess not. Hector look out!" Eliwood pushed Hector out of the way of a ballista shot. It hit his leg just below his hip, successfully disabling him.

"Eliwood are you hurt?"

"NO, YOU THINK?!? Eliwood screamed at Hector.

"No need to yell... can you fight?" Eliwood glared at Hector obvious lack of intelligence.

"My arm is fine. I. Just. Can't. Move." Hector nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on you!"

"Against all of them??" Eliwood pointed to the 27 someodd bandits, brigands and berserkers slowly advancing towards them.

"Good point. Should we run like Matthew does or face overwhelming odds."

"Running sounds good, but I can't run." Hector grinned at Eliwood.

"Oh no.... you have an idea, a bad idea."

"What, you don't trust me?? I thought you were my friend!"

"I trust you, it's just last time you had an idea Uther ended up naked in a bucket of rice pudding in the middle of the busiest street in Ostia. And if I recall, it was just after his ascension ceremony. I wonder what the populace thought of their Marquess after that."

"Well, Matthew distracted the populace for him by running nude through the streets, and if I recall right, Oswin joined him."

"Yes, yes that's all great but can we run now, they're not slowing down." Hector threw Eliwood on his shoulder and ran from the bandits and brigands. An arrow whizzed by Eliwood's head. "Hector, they have archers! Run faster!!"

"I can't, Eliwood go on a diet!! I thought you were lighter than this!!"

"You're tired." Hector ran past the trees, hitting into a few on the way. The trees parted to a cliff overlooking the river below. The problem was thus; Hector couldn't stop. Or at least he stopped, but he was on the very edge and struggling to get his balance. Eliwood was squirming which made things worse.

"Eliwood, stop it!!"

"They're right behind us! Keep running!"

"I can't, cliff!!" And with that final word Hector lost his balance and fell. Eliwood's hand caught a branch.

"Hector!!" Eliwood gazed down to see Hector hit the cliff before disappearing in the water. Eliwood heard a crack. "Oh sh-" He was falling, and the branch he was holding was still in his hand. He hit against the cliff also, feeling the jagged rocks tearing into his back. He hit water, and everything went black.
SniperR: I KNOW, I KNOW!!!! Notoriously short. But it was either end it here or it would go on forever. And me is tired right now. Oh yeah, cliffy!!

Hector: I'm alive, right? I'm not dead right?? Eliwood lived right??? Right??!

Eliwood: Calm down. You ended the story like that??

SniperR: NO!! This is chapter two, it's called a clifhanger! R & R please nice, kind, considerate (I know I'm sucking up) readers!!

The vote's like this; Hector: 0 Eliwood: 0 Marcus: 1

Marcus: No fair!

SniperR: I know, but somebody wants you dead. I need just one vote for either Eliwood or Hector! Please please please please please please!

And please again, no flames...