by Jeff Gunzel
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“Sir, we can’t hold any longer, they are starting to flood the wall,” said the short, stocky soldier. Azek had made it to the front wall in time to watch the nightmare unfold. It was true; the savages were showing no signs of slowing down. They climbed up each other’s backs, as well as up the ladders.
I’m sorry, my lady. We held as long as we could. “Prepare to cut them dow—”
One of the savages leaped over the wall right next to him. Azek moved like lightning to cut him down, when the savage suddenly collapsed to the ground. His body had jolted so hard before he went down that it seemed as if he had taken an arrow from behind, but there were no marks or wounds of any kind. One by one, the same behavior echoed through the ranks of possessed humans. Heads snapped back, followed by complete unconsciousness. Some fell off the ladders, while others dropped right where they stood, but drop they all did.
The soldiers cheered and whistled, pumping their weapons high into the air, more than happy to accept the unexplained victory.
Azek leaned heavily on his sword and he looked up to the sky. You did it, boy. I’ll not doubt you again.
