The battle raged around us until the lion leapt from the cave and confronted Griever with a snarl so terrible that everyone stopped fae and human alike. They exchanged blows and Griever’s sword was lost. I saw Corin approach him when all seemed lost and found my heart caught in my throat. Please, don’t get hurt.
A wolf fae tried to take advantage of the distraction and went for me but luckily I had noticed the swift movement and twisted my sword round. It found itself impaled upon my sword, and let out a yelp before it slid to the floor and without giving it so much as a second glance, I withdrew my sword.
Griever, now readying his new sword, laughed madly and called at the lion to approach him. The lion roared; a terrifying sound that shook the very floor we stood on and pounced. As if the roar had been a signal, every fae in the vicinity also re-joined the battle, and we were suddenly plunged in to blood and the harshness of clanging metal once again.
“Kate!” I heard and turned, just in time to block an attack from a strange creature, unlike any of the others we had seen. It seemed like it consisted of black tar, dripping, and yet was almost at the same time like a cloak that floated upon the breeze. I could only stare as it snarled at me with teeth as long as daggers, because other than the mouth that yawned so gruesomely at me I could see nothing of a face. There were no eyes or nose in that shroud that appeared in front of me. The mouth opened again and I took this as a sign that the thing was moving to attack again. Swiping my sword at the creature I at least caused it to shriek and jerk backwards, but the shriek was of such a high pitch that I immediately dropped my sword to cover my ears. I felt as though my ears were going to bleed. When I looked up the creature was bearing down on me, a skeletal hand stretching towards me with long curved black nails that were already dripping with blood from some other unfortunate.
A blade sliced clean through the creature and I saw it move in shock. But it wasn’t dead and simply turned, slowly like death, towards Corin, the owner of the blade. He crouched, waiting for it, although surprised that his blade had not even injured the thing. I scuttled backwards as the thing bore down on him, and felt around for my sword. It would do no good, I knew, but it was a weapon. I looked round and found it near one of our archers who had to lay down the bow she used to fight hand to sword with another wolf fae. An idea sparked and I grabbed the bow and an arrow from the quiver on her back, lighting the end of the arrow with one of the torches we had brought. Then I loosed it upon the creature as Corin disappeared from my sight behind it. The arrow struck the creature in the centre of its back and it reared up with another ear shattering shriek as the fire spread quickly across it. Within seconds it was eaten by the fire. Corin crouched, unharmed, and looked up meeting my eyes. I winked at him and then took up my sword and charged back in to the fray.