Forest of Blood: Chapter 3

Cromar growled and advanced on the woman, slashing at her with all of his strength. He knew he was stronger and he could wear her down eventually, he just had to keep her blades from striking - especially that infernal dagger, whatever it was.

Nearby the crumpled form of Jedrik continued to convulse and twitch as choking sounds came from his throat.

Cromar failed to keep his concentration on the fight, casting a worried glance towards his friend and calling out, "Fight it, Jedrik. Don't give in!" The woman seized that moment to go on the offensive. In no more than the blink of an eye, Cromar was again retreating across the road as he tried to fight off the dizzying strikes aimed at him.

It all seemed like it was in slow motion. He saw her blade swing around for a slashing blow and he moved to parry. He felt the blades make contact, heard the ringing of metal on metal, smelled the sweat of exertion, tasted the coppery flavor of blood in his mouth, and saw the glint of her dagger flash out of the corner of his eye.

Too little too late, he realized he must have opened himself up to the attack just as Jedrik had. The dagger found its target, cutting into his side deeply. The pain was excruciating and clouded his vision as he felt himself slump to the ground, hands grasping his head.

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