It was all he could do but fall. Hennerz never dreamed to be the brave hero that would have saved the day, but to die was not in his plans either. The arrows stroke thrice into his body, piercing the human flesh with ease. Each one sent a wave of agony through the frail structure, one through the arm, one through the shoulder and the third one in the gut. He fell slowly, watching the rest of the force advance as his eyes closed, the pain of hitting the ground rippling through his spine like a stone thrown in the middle of the pond. The pain was so horrendous, he did not even feel the boots and feet that trampled over him. But somehow, he was still breathing.
Hennerz blinked, to see the army far ahead now, slowly advancing on the castle walls. The screams of those that burnt from the oils and those thrown off the ladders sedated his own suffering. He blinked again, remembering those he left at home. His love, Alkera who would now be a widow, with the two children, taken and stric