CHAPTER TWO – HOLD THE LINE
Lieutenant Chane stared on in disbelief. Off in the distance his superior officer and long time friend Captain Jays Darkmire fell to the ground his body sliding off the great crimson broadsword. The man who befriended him, the man who fought beside him for decades, and the man who saved him countless times before now was gone.
"I will hold them for as long as I can. Go on Lieutenant." Hoolaru said solemnly, breaking the lieutenant's shock.
"Sergeant Krug! Sergeant Wagner!" Tomas shouted, wasting no time.
The two bearded sergeants hurried towards him.
"Krug drop your gear. Drop anything that will slow you down. Run to Bogpaddle. Run as fast as you can and let them know we are coming. Don't stop." The Lieutenant ordered.
Sergeant Krug nodded silently before dropping his great steel claymore, his steel plate armor, and even his linen cloth shirt to the ground. Krug began sprinting.
Tomas looked back. The demonic horde was approaching worryingly fast.
"Sergeant Wagner. Lead the group from the front. I'll bring up the rear and keep the slowest amongst us moving forward. Go on we must keep pushing."
Sergeant Wagner also nodded silently before making his way to the front of the pack and barking orders for the Marshtide refugees to follow his lead.
Holaaru took several steps towards the oncoming demons still shrieking in their otherworldly voices. The Draenei closed his sapphire eyes. He extended his arms out to his sides and began chanting under his breath too quietly for Lieutenant Chane to make out the old sage's words.
"Quickly now! Quickly now! We can rest at bogpaddle. We'll be safe there. I'll be right behind you I promise. Quickly! Quickly!" Tomas yelled turning back towards the civilians and wounded soldiers who lagged behind the other refugees.
As they began moving once more Tomas heard a loud deafening cracking sound behind him. He wheeled around.
Before him stood the old Draenei sage Holaaru who faced the demons head on. His hands were enveloped in a bright emerald glow. The very earth of the swampy ground in front of the sage warped. Slowly a giant wall of dirt and mud rose from the swamp. It rose up as it expanded sideways. It's height grew just tall enough to block the demon's progress as it continued to expand outwards into the swamp's tree line. Glowing emerald tendrils from the earth wound upwards seemingly holding the earthen wall in place.
Lieutenant Tomas Chane looked on stunned. He was unable to move.
"Quickly! Quickly!" He shouted again, before turning around to usher the refugees onwards.
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