Chapter IX
Guards ran frantically through the barracks, equipping their armor and weapons as fast as they could. They bumped into each other, making loud clanging and yelping sounds when they did. Isaac was one of the guards in the barracks, and he struggled to keep his cool, until the barrack doors were opened and the guards charged into the castle courtyard. They all drew their longswords and halberds, and their weapons met with that of te gangsters. Blood covered armor, and gushed out of wounds copiously.Isaac strayed away from the group, and pulled out his sturdy new longsword. Swinging it in the air wildly, he cut up many Black Arms and Phoenixes. Little did he know, behind him was a behemoth of a Black Arm, swinging his battle axe directly at Isaac's head.The battle axe grazed Isaac's chainmail,nearly ripping it off his body. 'I will be your doom!' yelled the giant. Isaac dodged many a blow, and many a close call. He then frontflipped onto the Black Arm's shoulders, and drove his blade into his eye. The Black Arm shook violently in pain, and blood gushed out of his mouth, nose, and eyes. He fell to the ground dead.
Stretch, Matthias, Aros, and Garrett watched from afar with their high ranked officials and guards, waiting for the number of enemies to dwindle.
'Garrett, its time to strike.' said Aros. 'The castle seems to be falling, and the King must surely be still inside.'
'Let's go,' said Garrett.
The castle was falling slowly, and King Roald, his queen, and several nobles were still inside. They locked themselves in the King's quarters, praying to Saradomin for help.
'What are we to do!' screamed a noble.
'Things are looking grim,' said another.
'My King, I fear the castle will not hold!' yelled another noble.
Amid all this ruckus, King Roald remained quiet. Deep in his mind, however, he could feel the panic surfacing.
As soon as this was said, a small boom could be heard in the halls. Matthias had set off a bomb, and the masterminds of this operation could storm the castle. It was little time before they could break the door of the King's quarters.
'Quick!' yelled the King. 'Barricade the doors! It might hold them off!'
They all pushed furniture, decorations, anything they could find in front of the door. The looks of the room weren't important anymore. Survival was. Garrett and Aros commanded Matthias to set the door ablaze, which he did. It burnt to ashes in a matter of seconds. Then, Garrett drew his mighty warhammer and smashed the furniture out of the way. Little did he know, but Perseus and the Elite Guard were right behind them, and they were ready to defend the King even to their deaths.After all, the Kingdom of Misthalin's fate was in THEIR hands.
'Ah, we finally meet,' said Garrett.