Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 24 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Briala
Briala moved as fast as she could, urging herself onwards, trying to move even faster. She was in a panic, not even caring about stealth, all she could think of was what she had read.
'Assassin's after Celene, in the middle of a battlefield...what better place to hide...' She thought bitterly; even as her mind raced. 'I won't let, this...I can't let this happen.'
The thought of losing Celene filled her with terrible dread and a horrible ache in her chest. But she forced herself to focus; she had to fight, had to stop them.
She urged herself onwards. 'Need to, keep moving, come on, move...faster, faster...'
Even so she knew there were limits to how fast she could move and loathed those limits. But before long, she noticed, to her relief, that she was indeed getting closer. She heard sounds up ahead, where she knew Celene's tent was.
"No..." She whispered.
She couldn't be too late, she couldn't. She hurried on, just in time to see a man with his back to her, firing a, Orlesian make bow.
She suddenly realized the plan. 'Kill Celene with arrows, make it look like, one of our people...the bastards.'
She wasted no time drawing her dagger and lunging at the man, tackling him and cutting his throat as they topped through the foliage and into the clearing where Celene's tent was set up.
Struggling to her feet, Briala drew her other dagger and stood, looking around desperately. She saw Celene, thankfully unharmed, but cornered, so too was Morrigan, who still looked somewhat drained.
'There's more than one...' Briala realized to her horror.
For indeed, there were already two assassin's in the clearing, their Orlesian bows dropped, swords drawn, again of Orlesian make, approaching Celene and Morrigan. Then, hearing the rustling she spotted another emerging from his hiding place, also discarding his bow and drawing his sword. Grimacing, Briala readied herself.
"You will not touch her." She snarled.
With that she charged in at once, aiming for the two closest to Celene. They both turned rapidly and deflected her attacks, shocking her, but she was able to dodge their own, follow up attacks. But only just, then the third joined in, she fought back as well as she could. But their strength and speed were more than she had anticipated.
'How is this even, these aren't normal assassins.' She realized to her horror. 'They must be...'
Her thoughts were cut off and she cried out as two of them managed to cut her. Her armour absorbed the worst of the damage, but she still received wounds that just barely missed hitting vital spots. They knew their targets, their skills. She recalled the things she had about Westeros and Essos and the more recent developments.
She growled as she dodged another attack. 'These must be...at least some of, the last remaining Faceless Men.'
Nevertheless, she refused to back down.
Despite her injuries, she remained determined; she would not let Celene be killed here, not by these creatures.
"It's over..." She growled.
With that she attacked and, clearly surprising them by still fighting, was able to kill one of them, slicing through his neck. But the other two quickly recovered and attacked, Briala screamed as she was wounded again, but she still refused to back down.
Despite her best efforts it was clear Morrigan still couldn't help; but not for lack of trying. The look of frustration on the woman's face spoke to that clearly. Meanwhile Celene, Briala was horrified to note, was tending to a wound she had already received.
'How did, when...fuck, can't let them...'
Gritting her teeth she struck back against the Faceless Men, this time wounding them, only to receive another wound of her own in return. Still her determination burned within her, she refused to surrender, to back down.
If she was to die, so be it, but she swore she would take these bastards with her. As they came in to attack again, Briala struck back, this time killing the third, but the fourth struck her again, leaving her with an injury along her back, which sent her sprawling to the ground.
'No, no!'
She grimaced, trying desperately to rise; but the pain of her injuries was catching up with her. She was only able to pull herself up to her knees. She could see Morrigan still struggling to cast spells; Celene still trying to tend to her injury, but cornered by the last Faceless Man.
She couldn't take anymore, summoning what strength she had left, Briala, yelling with the effort, threw herself to her feet and at the Faceless Man, hitting him in the back she used both daggers to finish him off, ending the threat at last.
Retrieving her daggers, Briala staggered back and fell to her knees again, exhausted and hurt. She could hear the approach of others, their allies and managed a small smile.
As one of the healers immediately began seeing to her, she looked over and smiled at Celene, relieved beyond measure that she was safe.
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