Part 3! Yay!

Mark walked through their camp, issuing orders to the army. They had almost won.

"Just a few more, we can make it...." Mark ran into Guy and sent him with Matthew as the eastern side of camp, where the enemy forces were low in number and level. Those two could take them out easy. The front of the base was under a full assault by the enemy. All of their best fighters were there. Mark had sustained an injury to his arm and had excused himself from the front lines to return for healing. He told Marcus to do the tactical work in his absence.

"Mark, you're hurt!" Observed Priscilla.

"Yes, I came for healing." Priscilla took out her Mend staff and the pain and injury vanished.

"Better?"

"Much. Thank you Priscilla. Tell me, has Lords Eliwood or Hector returned for healing?"

"No, I haven't seen them since the fight began." Mark nodded.

"I gave them plenty of vulnearies, I pray nothing has happened."

"I don't know much about fighting, but it seems to me they're both pretty good at it." Commented Serra, who was also staying there in case anyone needed healing. A few moments of silence passed.

"I must return to the front lines. If either of you see them, tell them I'm lo-" Mark was cut off by the sound of Marcus yelling help as he and Lowen burst into the tent carrying a severely injured Oswin.

"What's happening?"

"More came, all Berserkers and Nomadic Troopers. I don't see where they were hiding. Were holding them off right now, but it looks bad." Mark sighed as Marcus talked. Priscilla tended to Oswin as the two discussed the issue of the sudden assault.

"He's in bad shape, I....... there's nothing I can do with this weak staff. I can use it, but it won't do any good. The wounds are too deep to mend. I'm afraid...... he's going to die." Mark took Priscilla by the shoulders.

"You have to do something!" Priscilla nodded.

"I'll do my best." Suddenly Guy came into the tent carrying Matthew. The thief was hanging limply in the myrmidon's arms. The latter of the two was crying.

"There was a Berserker.... we didn't see him.... I'm sorry...... please... try to help him!" Guy broke down as Serra examined the injured spy.

"It's not as bad as Oswin....." Commented Serra. Guy looked onto the other bed, his eyes falling on the beaten knight.

"There's just to many of them! Serra, Priscilla, tend to these two, when you're done come to the front line. We're going to have to go all out on them. I'll tell Nils to stay here and keep an eye on them. We need you both on the front line now." Mark, Marcus, Lowen and a shaken Guy exited the tent and proceeded to help with the battle.

Everything was black. Eliwood opened one eye lazily. He sat up, his back screaming for him to do anything but move. He was on a riverbank at the bottom of the cliff.

"What a fall. Hey, I landed in water!" Eliwood noticed the river was anything but calm, it was all rapids. "How did I get here?"

"I dragged you out of there." Eliwood turned to see Hector standing there, watching him.

"I thought you had taken a hit to head and died or something."

"Very funny. Hey... your arm..." Eliwood was referring to the white bone sticking out jaggedly from his skin.

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"It's your axe arm, isn't it?" Hector nodded. He knew he couldn't defend himself now.

"Did those bandits follow us?"

"No, you don't realize just how long you've been unconscious, do you?"

"How long?"

"About two days."

"Two days? Gods Hector, we've been gone two days? You're arm... you've been like that two days?" Eliwood was evidently worried.

"Yes, well, once the numbness takes over you don't seem to notice time go by. I'm just glad you're awake." Eliwood stood on shaky legs. He went to Hector and stood beside him, examining the bone sticking out of his arm.

"You've been standing this entire time?"

"Yes." Hector patted his leg, which too was wounded. He was using the tree as a support, holding most of his weight with his hand. The wound on his leg was deep and still trickling with blood.

"Can you move?"

"Nope. Wish I could, I would have carried you back to camp. Can you pass me my axe, it's over there." Eliwood picked up the Wolf Beil and gave it to Hector.

"How do you lift that? It weighs a ton!!"

"Eliwood, you're a weakling." Hector spat.

"Sorry." A Berserker walks from behind some trees, patting his killer axe with a sadistic grin on his face. "Oh no...they came back." Eliwood would have unsheathed his Rapier, if he had had it. "Where's my sword?! I can't fight without my sword!" Hector handed Eliwood the Wolf Beil.

"It's better than nothing. I'll be back here with my hand axe. I'll do my best from here so draw him in close" Eliwood took the Wolf Beil, unsure he would be able to fight with it.

"I'll do my best. And Hector?"

"Yeah?"

"If I die, tell my mother I'm sorry."

"And if I die, I want you to tell my brother."

"Sure. Let's just hope neither of us have to fulfill that promise." Hector nodded solemnly, his body weary and numb. Eliwood shivered slightly as the Berserker made it's way towards the beaten lords.

SniperR: Votes so far;

Eliwood: 0

Hector: -1

Marcus: 2

Both: 1

Hector: I got a minu 1? Alright!!! Wooo!

Eliwood: That means... O.O' Noooooooooooooo!!!!!

SniperR: Oh stop crying, votes not over yet!

Eliwood: Yessssss!!!

SniperR: Still looking bad for you.

Eliwood: Noo!! T.T