The sharp, jagged edges of the rake caught a huge guard on the face, the rusty metal clawing his eyes out and leaving him blind, this made him bump into his comrades and slow them down.
Crunch is panting from exertion, his vision dimming as he feels his side start to bleed after beating up two more guards with the rake.
Someone grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the way of a dagger just as Tiff and Caldora barged in Graydon on their heels, in no time the rest of the guards were either immobile or dead.
Sendra had been the one to pull him out of harm's way, her previously white inner dress now splattered with blood and the odd chunk of flesh, he could imagine his brand new clothes were no better.
His vision was narrowing out but he saw Finn and Tiff carry someone out, it was Gepto, the newly rescued Elf was gravely wounded.
Crunch was no better…