Get the Hell Out

Thunder rose around us. Emerging from all sides were vile, disgusting fiends, souls and spirits. Panic rushed me. The creatures had pointy ears like bats, slits for eyes, and jagged teeth. No extremities were symmetrical. Arms and legs were longer than the other half. Some had two feet, others limped around on one. I cringed looking upon the castle courtyard after costing Duke the fight. My weakness forced him to use his power to create a shield, draining him of his reserves. I opened my mouth, about to scream for John.

"A great victory for the great Duke!" Shouted a voice as the herd erupted in wild and raucous cheer. Duke stepped to a raised wooden platform in the middle of the castle courtyard.

"My Legion, this is indeed a great victory!" Confusion engulfed me as the crowd cheered wildly, raising weapons and shaking fists in the air.