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attack on the outpost fortress 2

(POV Graham)

"No...!"

"Stay back...!"

"Don't let them go up!"

Graham woke up to the screams all around him.

His vision was blurry, he saw spots moving and something warm dripped into his eyes from his head.

"Thund, Thund, Thud!"

Someone ran past him, and the dirt kicked up by his footsteps hit his face.

"Benton, bring more arrows to the south wall, they're scaling the gates!!!"

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Graham touched his head, he felt nothing, but when he looked at his hand he noticed there was blood.

"Hmg..."

He sat up with a groan, getting to his feet.

His sight came into focus, it was night, and torches were lit everywhere.

Graham walked disoriented, not knowing what to do.

"You, boy, help me hold him!"

Graham looked to the tribal medicine man, who was calling out to him in front of his hut where 3 tribal warriors were lying on the ground.

"Quick, hold him, don't let him move!"

Graham obeyed the old healer, placing his still trembling hands on the shoulders of one of the tribal warriors.

"AAAHHGG!"

"Wait, a little more... It's ready, hand me that bandage!"

The old healer pulled an arrow out of the side of the warrior's abdomen, with a somewhat macabre laugh.

"This will hurt a lot more."

"AHHGGGF!"

Graham watched, with a shiver down his back, as the healer cauterized the wound with a burning knife.

"It didn't hit you in the gut, I'll squeeze it tight, go help on the ramparts!"

"It would have been better if I had been killed!"

Replied the warrior.

"Whatever you say, kid, help him up on the wall, there are still a lot of Ice-river clans bastards outside."

Graham helped lift the tribal warrior, who gave a loud groan getting to his feet.

"The north wall is where I need the most help, take me there!"

The two of them, with effort, made it to the loudest place in the fortress, where screams, curses, and moans were so loud it was deafening.

As he walked, Graham remembered how he had ended up wounded on the floor of the fortress.

He was firing arrow after arrow from the southern wall of the fortress. The Ice-river clansmen seemed endless.

They had crashed into the fortress like a tidal wave, surrounded the entire wall, trying to scale the walls like wild bears.

He shot with his bow until he ran out of arrows and the tide never ebbed. And he watched with horror as they began to climb up to the walls, while several of the tribe's warriors dropped their bows and attacked with spears to block their way.

Graham approached the corpse of a warrior who had been killed by an arrow from the Ice-river clansmen, taking his bow, the string was hard, he could barely pull it, but he made an effort and managed to shoot a couple of times in a row before running out of steam.

Graham took a breath, his fingers were raw, but Wren's screams told him he had to keep shooting. He tried to fire another arrow, but a rock passed right in front of his nose, making him lose his balance, and then... Nothing, he couldn't remember anything else.

"ROOOARRR!"

"THUMB!"

"BENTON, GET MORE ARROWS TO THE NORTH GATE, QUICK!!!"

Graham carried the tribal warrior to the top of the wall, and a hell-like scene flashed in front of his eyes again.

On the north wall were 3 warriors carrying shields and long spears, as they stabbed and slashed every member of the Ice-river clans who managed to climb up.

"DIE DAMNED OF THE BLACK AXE TRIBE."

To Graham's right, he watched as one of the Ice-river clans who had been speared in the shoulder, was tenacious enough to hold by the armor a tribe warrior, pulling him down, where he was sucked into the sea of enemies, disappearing.

"DON'T GET CARELESS, DON'T LET THEM COME UP!"

Wren stabbed directly into the face of a member of the Ice-river clans who managed to climb the wall, and without pausing he struck with his shield at another who was about to set foot on the deck. His face was fierce, and his armor, spear, and shield were covered with blood.

"THOSE WHO ARE WOUNDED AND CANNOT USE A BOW, THROW ROCKS FROM THE TOWERS!"

Graham noticed that Wren had seen them out of the corner of his eye, staggering as they climbed the wall, and gave orders.

"Come on boy, you heard Wren, let's get to the towers."

Graham groaned as he climbed along with the warrior to one of the watchtowers, the towers were connected to the wall, but you had to climb some stairs as they were a meter above.

When he managed to climb up, he noticed how 2 other warriors from the tribe were already up there, while taking cover and shooting arrows every few seconds.

"Give me that boy, help by throwing the rocks still left in the tower."

One of the warriors roughly snatched the quiver of arrows he had taken from the dead warrior, pointing to the rocks that made it up the towers before the Ice-river clansmen reached the ramparts.

Graham picked up a fist-sized rock, tossing it from the tower railing toward the mound of people below.

He didn't hear or see if the rock had hit anyone, the screams were so loud and the darkness so coarse that he couldn't notice.

"Take those damn cannibals, come on boy, keep throwing rocks!"

The warrior who helped climb the tower took a huge rock, and with great effort, threw it receiving as an answer the scream of one of the Ice-river clans.

"AGGGH!"

Graham, with a shout of effort, picked up a large rock as well, throwing it and receiving a great shout as confirmation of his throw.

"AHG!"

A groan with a familiar voice was heard from the wall, Graham saw how an arrow had hit Wren's calf.

"COVER WREN, BRING HIM TO A TOWER, QUICK!"

Shouted one of the archers as he realized that the commander was wounded.

Wren was covering a good portion of the north wall, and the arrow had disabled some of his mobility, leaving the free ground for the Ice-river clansmen to begin climbing with more frenzy.

"SHOOT ARROWS AT ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLIMB!"

The archers from the watchtowers increased their rate of fire trying to stop the Ice-river clansmen.

"Boy, get Wren quick!"

The warrior got up to throw another rock, and as he did so he spoke to Graham, he was the only one who could stand on his own two feet and had his hands free, as the archers were concentrating on stopping the Ice-river clansmen scaling the wall.

"Thud!"

Graham watched in horror as an arrow pierced the wounded tribesman warrior's throat, sending him tumbling to the tower floor as he choked on his blood.

"Shit, that asshole let himself get hit again, boy, go get Wren, quick!"

One of the archers turned to look at his fallen comrade and urged Graham into action.

An Ice-river clansman had managed to scale the wall completely and attempted to attack Wren, but Wren managed to spear him through without giving him a chance.

Graham gritted his teeth, grabbing the sword at the waist of the warrior who had just died. His head was spinning and his legs were shaking, but he forced himself to go to the wall and bring Wren to the watchtower.

With all the courage he could muster, he jumped from the tower to the wall in one leap, when he landed, a hand appeared from the wall, startling him. It was a member of the Ice-river clans who had managed to scale the wall.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Graham stabbed the hand with the sword using all his strength, hearing the men's scream, it was an animal cry, like that of wolves when they received an arrow shot.

Graham pulled out the sword, and the Ice-river clansman could not hold on, falling from the wall.

Graham wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he heard the sound of the man's head cracking as it hit the ground.

Graham took a breath, another hand was showing itself from the wall three feet in front of him.

"If you let him up, you're the one who will die!"

Graham looked up at Wren, who even wounded, had kept attacking the Ice-river clansmen who managed to climb, but he was pale and exhausted, as if he had been doing it for hours without taking a breath. After driving the spear into the neck of another of the Ice-river clansmen, Wren shouted toward him again.

"Help me cover this area, the warriors are spread out all over the wall, if we don't cover the archers we will all die!"

Graham gritted his teeth holding the sword, his head ached and his body felt as heavy as if he were underwater, but he had to fight, fight and kill, for all his brothers would die if a section of the wall was taken by the Ice-river clans.

As he fought, Graham was reminded of the words his Magnar had said when he was drunk at one of the tribe's celebrations.

The Magnar had drunk a barrel of wine all by himself, and before passing out, Graham heard him shout words he would never forget.

(Hahahahahahahaha see this damn shaman, you said I would never have children, but look, it's not one or two, but now I have hundreds of them, hahahahaha, drink and eat my children, as long as Oswin is the Magnar, no one in the black axe tribe will go hungry or cold, hahahahahaha!!!!)

The enemies were endless, but Graham stood by Wren protecting the north wall, he was no longer a simple hunter, he was now a warrior of the tribe.

It seemed very cruel to leave only the first part, so I got off my tired butt to write another chapter. Tomorrow we will see Blake's arrival at the outpost fortress.

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