Return of the Female Knight

Elena pulled out her sword and cut down those who were in their way. However, it was difficult to escape safely because of the disadvantage in numbers. This wasn’t a situation were she could sit down and negotiate with the enemy. Carlisle spoke in a low voice behind Elena.

”Give me the reins.”

It was a miracle that he was still conscious considering the large wound on his side. His shirt was so soaked in blood that she couldn’t even tell where the wound was. Even so, an extra hand in this situation would be enormously helpful.

”Here,”

she said briskly and handed him the reins. Having left Carlisle to control the horse, Elena focused on getting rid of the assassins right in their away. As they fled down the road, two arrows poured out from behind like rain. Elena quickly cut down them down with her sword, then took out the crossbow again. She turned herself so she was facing backwards, then started shooting arrows at the pursuing enemies.

Tang, tang!

One by one more of the enemy fell. She wanted to take a headshot, but she aimed at the middle of their chests just to be sure she wouldn’t miss. The enemy was finally becoming more distant.

Fwp!

One of the several arrows fired by the assassins landed squarely on Carlisle’s back.

”Agh!”

He gave a cry of surprise and blood poured out of his mouth. She looked at him in dismay, but Carlisle continued in a steady voice.

”I can hold on. There’s no need to stop.”

”But–”

”Don’t look at me like I’m going to die soon.”

Elena bit her lip. She wanted to shout ”You’re going to die today!” but it wasn’t the time to argue with him. At that moment the most important thing was the safety of the Crown Prince Carlisle. Whether he just died back there or died here of excessive bleeding, the result would be the same and her plans would amount to nothing. She looked at Carlisle clenching tightly at the reins despite the arrow in his back.

”Then stay with me so I don’t have to worry.”

Carlisle gave her a questioning look, but now wasn’t the time to have a long conversation with each other. Elena aimed at her crossbow again at the persistent assassins.