Chapter 17

They move through the east wing searching for Princess Celenda, Rescuering her is our top priority remember this Private mission is more important than our comrades' lives.

A group of bandits forms a shield wall formation Lt.Matthew fires a barrage of 6.5mm tearing the shield apart and murdering those bandits' The formation breaks.

and moves out private.

scurries up the staircase killing any bandits trying to stop.

Princess Celenda fought fiercely against the contemptuous bandits dodging any arrow slice through her way up to bandit Captain Celdriel a ruthless warmonger seeking wealth and women to defile, bring her to me.

He unsheathes a great sword and moves in a sudden spurt of speed swinging it at Princess Celende's throat she jumps and staggers back being cornered by a group of men breathing laboriously, exhausted in her bones her hand shaking from strenuous usage.

One man burst into speed holding spears in hand and thrusting a swing of her sword cutting the tip of a spear swinging upwards and slicing upward blood pumping up in the air and bandit falling downward.

One of the four men was cleaved in halves by a swing of a great sword of Telendan wearing full plate armor underneath was a chainmail glaive and gauntlet sabaton iron shoes pauldron on both shoulders.

Green cloak with a metal brooch holding tightly.

one man swung an axe and bounced off a metallic skin of iron.

slice of belly thrust straight toward another man's blood erupting in his chest another holding a spear cut in half diagonally blood gushing spray over his silver armor.

The two remaining ones were completely terrifying one staring brazenly at him.

You go ahead.

Celdriel's grabbed iron mail of man pushes him up toward him wrenches it throws man at Telendan slashing a straight line jet of blood gushing in his cloak.

Celdriel plunges his sword propelling his weight toward the blindside Telendan skewers him in the abdomen area.

grid firmly one of his hands on Celdriel's hand takes a small dagger in a linen belt and punctures in the gullet. Celdriel gargles blood holding his right hand on the dagger plummeting down.

Telendan kneeling blood dripping on the floor forming a small pool of blood, Celendes sprints toward Telendan pulling the sword off his gut, and casting a small illuminated light greenish color on his stomach area tear flash regrows slowing healing.

Lt. Matthew and his compatriots rushed in all they could see was the corpse of the deceased bandit and imperial soldier.