Chapter XI
Meanwhile, the battle in the Courtyard of Varrock Castle raged on. Isaac grew tired, and blood and dirt caked on his armor. His blade seemed to grow heavier and heavier, as did his eyelids. The clang of armor and weapons kept him awake, and alert, although he was nearly cut down by a Black Arm warrior. His blade swung, killing more enemies, but whenever he killed a gang member, 5 more sprung up in his place. It was a neverending cycle, and Isaac feared the castle wouldn't withstand. The rising sun was being blocked by the hail of arrows, and the people in the surrounding houses were still in hiding. Things looked very bleak for them. But soon enough, news spread from Varrock to Falador, and a battalion from Asgarnia came.
'We have come to honor the Ancient Alliance between Asgarnia and Misthalin,' said the Asgarnian General. 'Our Kingdoms fought and died together in ancient times, and we shall do so again.' The Asgarnian allied battalion charged into the gang member's army, forcing them into disarray. They scrambled, and ran all over in fear of the fresh, experienced army. They were cut down and trampled by the charging Asgarnian forces, and the ones that survived ran into the darkness of the wilderness, where they most likely died. The defending Varrockian guards and the Asgarnian fleet cheered, and paraded through the courtyard with gang member's heads on spears and stakes. They hurried up to the King's chambers, and tried to help the defending Vanguard. Isaac charged straight into the room, looking right into the eyes of death --- Garrett and his lethal warhammer.
The story is nearly done... I'm sorry this chapter is so short, and that I took so long to update, but school's gotten in the way, and the wells of storytelling have been dry as hell as of late...