[Flashback]Of How Letosfer Died(solo)

[Letosfer Celshield]

. Of How Letosfer Died 34th of Winter, 497 A.V. HISTORY " It's a nice day today. Everything is quiet and we had no illegal get-in visitors" said Letosfer while patroling the east gate. His eyes as usual wandered across the Walk that loomed overhead. Such a great structure and masterpiece, he could never do something so glorious, unless it's painting houses with the blood of agressive barbarians that bothered the people from around the kingdom from time to time. However today was not to be either easy or quiet. Some moments later came running the military courier. He barely caught some fast breaths "Landspawns appeared" he caught a short breath " at the 2.3 Mine bottom floor" a breath " you are to meet the rest at the entrance and annihilate the danger". Letosfer run straight to the designated mine,it seemed it didn't take him too long, as he was first to arrive. Probably because he was already equipped with his armament and weapons. However he did not wait much as the rest of the cquad arrived, a total of Isurdin's Hammer Soldiers. They regrouped and designated the formation they should keep in case of combat, and then they proccided into the 2.3Mine. They went through clicking, spinning, swirling, ascending, descending platforms until they reached the mining tunnel at the 24th level of depth. Nothing could preper them for what they saw. Bodies of dead miners. They were not warriors, they didn't had the sin of war upon their soul and as of this they didn't not deserve to die like this. This death was cruel, bodies were lying. They had been torn to shreds, gutts were everywhere, clinging to the side walls. Limbs where thrown all around the place, dispatched from the rest of the body. The air was heavy and you could taste particles of blood that still hung in the air. The bodies were shreded with such great force that blood sprung into the air like a red cloud, then blent with the air it is invisible yet tastes like blood, smells like blood and makes the air hard to breath. There was this moment, something glimmered above head. Shadows fell from the ceilling of the cave. They were too fast. The Soldiers where hitting with their fists, were slashing with swords or hacking with axes, but more were coming. 1 Soldier was hit in the knee, he fell. Someone run to help him up. He was to slow, a dark blade-like object pierced through his chest. More shadows were falling from above. Too many! Letosfer was hacking everything that moved around him. Was it shadow was it rock. He saw a Shadow too close. He swang his sword, his eyes followed. The Shadow dodged the swing, but it hit something. Belegond Celedine was bleeding from his neck. His look stared into Letosfer's eyes. Belegond fell on the ground and blood tinted the soil. Did somenoe saw him, he could not say but his time was running out. More shadows kept on charging at him. They slashed through his greaves. Parts of his breastplate were hung loosely. He saw through the shadow 2 other Soldiers on the floor, blooded. He cut through the Shadows to get closer to them. Then a glimpse of what seemed as Corporal was retreating alone, he might have thought that everyone already died. Letosfer shouted to him for help. Corporal saw Letosfer yet he kept retreating. He would not turn back to save him. Damn traitor. Time was relative. Letosfer kept fighting for his survival. He kept slashing, hacking and fist fighting the shadows. His arms and legs where burning from exhaustion. How much time did already pass? Maybe just minutes or maybe whole hours. His breath was heavier, he knew he would not be able to continue, he knew he would lay here his body. This terrible thought of him dying in deep mine surrounded by hostile monsters that tryied to tear him to shreds at every moment. That thought clouded his mind, dicreased his focus on the battle he was so desperatly fighting through. He felt something at his foot, as if something caught it and wouldn't let go. It was just a split second yet it was all it needed. He tripped and fell. Panic filled his head as shadows circled around him. He crawled as his backplate was being torn to pieces. He felt some warm liquid wetting what was left of his tunic. He didn't think about it, he just crawled forward blindly. He reached an edge. Salvation or doom? it was of none matter now. he pulled himself and dropped off the edge. He tumbled on rocks and stones. The cracking sound of rocks hitting rocks or his ones little did matter. The whole world swirled around him. Finally he hit bottom. Dazed by this detour from the fight, after a moment he noticed there were no more blades thrusting at him. However he remembered he did not hit hard rock but something soft. He tryied to look around himself. But a sudden surge of fresh pain interrupted him. He moved his head to see if something was near him. Yes there was. There was a body of some kind. It was probably an isur but it was also torn into pieces. Blood trickled on his face, he had probably hit his head while falling. The corpse was holding some kind of chain around his neck. Were those?...Dog tags? He grapped the fist of the corpse and opened it, not giving any attention to more pain he caused to himself by his sudden movements. The dog tags were reading Markus Greenshield. Damn! The corpse was one of his squad and also a friend of his. Damn it ! Damn it! Why did they had to die?! Panic poured into his body like water into waterskin. His eyes started to ring with higher and higher sound, he felt nausea turning his guts upside down. He vomited and then he lost his consciousness. a