Not final chapter, hopefuly....

The Berserker walked forward slowly, his killer axe poised for an easy kill. The little lord looked up at the mountain of muscles and tightened his grip on the Wolf Beil handle. He was using an axe, Hector's axe.

"Eliwood, now!!!" Yelled Hector, trying to coach his friend. Eliwood ran at the Berserker and swung the axe with everything his body had. He was surprised at how fast he was as the axe connected with the Berserker's arm. It left a deep gash, but nothing more. "Move!! Don't just stand there!" Eliwood jumped back as the killer axe was swung, missing him by centimeters. "The head! Go for the head!" Eliwood obeyed and in one sweep the neck was severed and blood poured forth from the wound.

"Hey, I did it, I did it!!" Eliwood jumped and turned to Hector walking proudly.

"Maybe you're not so weak after all." Hector laughed. Eliwood stood next to him, the pain in his leg was returning.

"Hector, do you think you can walk?"

"No, not without help." Eliwood took Hector's good arm and slung it over his shoulder. They tried walking, it worked, although they were moving slowly.

"We won, barely." Commented Mark. "Priscilla, you were here during the assault, right?" Priscilla turned to him.

"Yes, why?"

"I thought you were with Sain and Kent? I only thought about it when they showed up yesterday."

"Sain was flirting with me so I came back. It was a lucky turn, I came back just before the battle started."

"Yes, you helped us all. Serra could never have accomplished healing everyone by herself, thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm just sorry about Oswin, I couldn't do a thing." Priscilla's gaze wondered to the freshly dug grave under a tree.

"It's not your fault, Priscilla. He died in battle." Raven hugged his sister to his chest.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." Priscilla cried on Raven who, in return, held her tighter.

Eliwood and Hector where on the path leading up the ravine. Eliwood held most of Hector's weight, after that last fall he had almost lost the use of his leg. They were particularly tired and sat for another rest.

"Eliwood, go ahead without me. Get Priscilla or Serra. I'll wait here, you can obviously go faster without me."

"Hector, you're coming with me. I'm injured too, what happens if I get attacked? Or worse, if you get attacked??"

"I can defend myself just fine. Keep the Wolf Beil, you might need it." Eliwood stood once more. He gazed over the river in wonder at everything that had happened since the battle began.

"I'll... see you later." Eliwood turned on his heels and made his way up the ravine. Hector watched him until he disappeared out of sight over the embankment.

"I guess I'd be of more use if I tried getting closer to camp." Hector tried walking, which did more pain that it did good. The next best thing was crawling, which wasn't half bad, considering he could use only one arm.

It seemed like a lifetime before Hector reached the top of the embankment. His first view was of a battlefield tainted crimson with the lifeblood of bandits. A single bandit was in the field, hacking away at the body of the man who had taken the lives of his friends.

Hector took his hand axe, and with a throw, removed the bandit's head.

"Too easy." Hector made his way through the field of dead bodies. What would have taken him thirty seconds to cross now took him ten minutes. He reached the body of the bandit he had decapitated. He caught a flash of red on the ground at the corner of his eye. Not the crimson red, but flaming red. Funny, he thought as he turned towards it, it reminded him so much of-

"Eliwood!!" Hector's breath caught in his throat as well as his heart. His mind finally put two and two together as he thought back to the bandit, more precisely what he had been hacking at. Hector held the young lord in his unbroken arm. Eliwood's eyes were still open and were staring off into the distance. His chest was beaten in, blood saturating his shirt and cape and was splattered on his face. The Wolf Beil was broken in two, laying on the ground, the nearby bolder had a chip it in, caused by a blade.

"..."

"Eliwood??" Hector asked hopefully. The eyes that were moments ago staring off into the distance were now gazing at him.

"...ah..." The raspy sound was barely audible, but Hector heard it.

"You're alive!" Eliwood tried to breath, his lungs screaming for air. Said air wouldn't come, his lungs were filled with blood. His mind was reeling, his body numb with pain. Hector looked at the wounds once more. "I'm so stupid! I should have gone with you Eliwood, this is all my fault!" Eliwood's response was a blink.

"..hec...." Eliwood couldn't breath, let alone speak. Darkness clouded his mind as he slipped into nothingness, and death that awaited him on the other side.

"No... don't die! I can still get someone.... hold on..." Hector begged. Eliwood's eyes closed and his tense body relaxed. Hector felt his body go limp as he watched the blue eyes disappear behind pale lids. He was distraught, his long-time friend had just died in his arms, he had just witnessed the final moments of Eliwood's life. He noticed for the first time how frail Eliwood looked, and how pale the blood loss had made him. Hector threw his head back and released his anguish in a long scream, a scream that was heard by all, including the bandits far away. At the camp he had forgotten for the moment, Mark turned towards the direction of the scream, recognizing the voice.
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Eliwood: O.O

Hector: O.O

Oswin: O.O'

Eliwood: YOU KILLED ME!!!

Hector: Sucker.....

Oswin: Me?? I wasn't even on the vote! Marcus was there, kill Marcus! I order you as an Ostian knight to kill Marcus!

Marcus: I heard that.

Eliwood: Crazed look on his face, holding a dagger above SniperR's head Die... die.... die

SniperR: Eh... o.O' Seeya!!!

Hector: Hey come back here! We have an anthill waiting!

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