Their timing was almost supernatural.
Hellen ran past me. Whacking one of the cloaked men with her big stick.
I ran to her.
Thrusting my sword through his chest.
Two other men charged at us.
Hellen used her stick to meet the sword blows.
I blocked the incoming swords.
Before jumping to the left. The man felt forward. I kicked him in the back.
He fell.
Hellen whacked him over the head.
His skull cracked.
Blood and brain matter pouring out.
Fast air rushed past me.
I spun around.
The other man swung at me and Hellen.
She hit the man’s swords. I split his throat with a single swing.
More men came.
More gunshots were fired.
Everyone was gone.
The military, church, and everyone else had fled.
Cowards!
We were outnumbered.
More assassins charged at us.
“To me!” Alessandria screamed behind me.
We complied.
I swung my swords again as more assassins came.
Before we ran to the stage.
Hellen and I joined Alessandria in creating a line in front of the stage.
The smell of fear
and sweat only grew.