Al, Knight in Shining Armor

Date: 2016-10-27 04:46 pm (UTC)
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The melee dragged on, the Telmarines slowly pushed back from the Narnians' more defenseable position closer to the trees. The tide seemed to be turning in their favour, and Edmund was hopeful even after his horse had been brought down and he was forced to slash his way on foot.

He never even saw it coming, the succubus that set upon him from behind and latched onto his neck. All he felt was a sharp pain there and a sudden, powerful tug in his blood, before his vision blurred and swirled and he staggered back. His back hit the ground, breath all knocked from him. His instincts screamed at him - get up, get up! - but his body refused to cooperate.

Warmth swelled within him, almost blossoming from the wound at his neck, and he felt someone hovering over him, pressing down, and the rush of footsteps nearby. Panic began to rise with the strange feeling of unnatural heat. Not just temperature. Heat. He cried out, hoping there was someone nearby to hear him.

-

Even from a furlong away, Peter could see that Edmund was in trouble. Dark creatures were emerging from the forest, drawn by the scent of blood and whatever that treacherous prince had done. His voice carried in a yell in Al's direction. "Get him out of there!" He pointed at the heap that was his brother, trusting his fellow pack member to take care of him, and whirled in a wicked swing at the huge Telmarine in his path. His hand alone would slay the prince.
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