Turning point
"ARRRRGHHHHH!!!!" He screamed on the top of his lungs, as he kicked the Scorpix that was biting his arm, and is suddenly pierced by an arrow.
The war is still raging on, as both sides never surrendered even in the midst of the bloodshed.
Everywhere anyone would look is littered with mutilated body parts of people, torn apart and eaten by the Scorpix, until all that's left were only the blood pool that told the story of a person's dying breathe.
Seeing beyond that, is the scattered carcass of the beasts. Their bodies that weighed as heavy as a huge rock, was now weightless after their timely defeat. As it slowly started to decay, only the inside will be decomposed. However, their tough, rigid armor remains to be used as armor, if ever the people carrying it were lucky enough to bring it back to a blacksmith.
Though the war seemed merciless and cruel, as people died from his left and right, he still walked slowly to the bright circle of adventurers, seeing they were his only hope.
He stood up and marched at the center of it all, gripping his now torn off left arm, while the blood oozed out of the wound, enticing the nearby monsters of newfound flesh, if only they weren't shot beforehand.
A white haired boy ran to the storm, saving as many people as he can, running off into different directions and making sure he shot the head. Sometimes he missed his shot, maybe even hit a different part, which in turns into a death of person in front of him, powerless to save them from their incoming death.
Now, he has been directly helping the boy reach the circle, as he supported him to the direction he chose. He shot with his bow in confidence, making sure that he won't ever fail to save this young adventurer this time. The more he got closer to the circle, the more aggresive were the attacks he received. Yet, the white haired boy didn't waver at his bravery to save him, even if it meant risking his own life.
He has fended off so many monsters at his path, as he is nearing the circle, the pathway within his grasps, yet, he failed to realize once thing.
The circle was surrounded with the beasts...
What he though was hope, is only suffering... What he though was the light, is only darkness...
What he thought is victory....
Is only death
He looked at the white haired boy, as he was fending off the Scorpix at his end. The verocity and audacity of the boy, to which he could never had.
His elegance and talent with the bow, moving with grace as he dodged their attacks at ease. He looked to how the boy is already very strong, unlike him, who only joined mere moments ago, confident that he could fight them off to feed his siblings.
His overconfidence led him to nothing.
His bravery to ash.
As the pain in his arm grew, so is his determination to live.
He cannot give up now.
What would his siblings feel once they knew their big brother is dead?
Would they be sad?
He never knew.
He smiled for the last time, seeing the last moments of his life in front of him. The Scorpix pouncing at his vulnerability, eager to eat new flesh after the last one they had.
Pain and suffering, he still continued to smile, enjoying what remains of his unaccomplished life.
Before just then, a man with blonde hair stood in his way, wearing what he knew is red gauntlets and boots, as he turned around and offered his hand to the defenseless man.
He never cared from what's behind him, knowing that someone would take care of them, and the white haired boy did.
His smile gave hope to man's eyes, uttering those few simple words that gave meaning to the bloodshed.
"I'll protect you" He said, before he turned around again, and swung his sword to the nearest Scorpix.
>:T
"Ezekiel?" Evan uttered to himself, narrowing down his eyes to know if what he was seeing is real. Heaving in continuous breathe, lungs inflaming from fatigue, yet he carried on, even if his head might crash down on him due to the headache filling in.
"EZEKIEL!" He shouted once more, losing his grip on the bow and started to tremble in exhaustion. His legs wavy after running and dodging most of the time, wanting to save as much lives as he could, not wanting for others to relive that regret he had.
Ezekiel turned around, looking everywhere to search where the voice is. Seeing a white haired b****** slowly losing his consciousness, he carried the wounded victim on his back, tightly gripping its cold, soft legs, and ran over to where Evan is.
Just as he is running, a Scorpix charged at him head on. Instead of turning back, he used the Scorpix as an extra boost and landed on its hard, rough head. He started to prepare himself for the long jump, and came dashing ahead to his friend, while the person behind him held tighter around his neck, fearing that he might fell off.
"Well, well, well" Ezekiel landed safely on the ground to where Evan is, seeing his pathetic friend lying exhausted on the ground. "I see you're still as weak as always"
"TRY KILLING DOZENS OF THE MONSTERS AND LET SEE WHO FARES BETTER?" Evan shouted, releasing the remaining energy left, before putting his head down to the ground again, feeling in the sharp rocks at his face. "I give up"