The Blood is the Enemy

The biggest problem, he thought to himself, was how tired he was becoming.

The monsters, unable to break down the walls, would then group up and try to climb each other to reach over the wall.

Louis would have to use his blade to cut them down.

And it would work, and he would kill quite a number.

But this was happening more and more.

And it was working less and less.

He won’t be able to keep going like this for very long.

The only reason he had time to go everywhere on that wall was that the soldiers throwing rocks, wood, weapons, arrows, and pretty much anything they found. That was buying him enough time to go from one group to the other.

Another problem was the ones that were being thrown.

He would have to run towards wherever they were to slay them.

This what was killing the most soldiers and civilians.

He was running everywhere, and they just keep trying.

As if on cue, one of them was thrown.

“Shit,” he said to himself.

He ran towards the thing.