Chapter 19Mature

It all happened in a flash - the end of the battle was here.

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Deforreth had taken down a couple of straggling Elves, weakening with every second. He lunged for another unsuspecting target, falling short. The Elf turned and looked at the body, assuming that it was dead. Just to be on the safe side, he shot it in the leg, believing that if it twitched, it would be alive.

No such movement. He was gone. The Elf was distracted by Deforreth so he didn't see the bolt of magic flying towards him. One more down.

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Christov had been struck again. Stupid fight. Stupid battle.

He was on the floor, the pain overwhelming him. He could see the battle, it had moved in their favour but it wasn't looking good. His side was retreating.

Christov couldn't get out of the way. He was trampled.

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Corinne had graced the battlefield with her skill and detested the fact that they had to run away. She wanted to stand and fight to her last breath but she knew that there were too many of them, even for her.

As she fled, she did everything she could to salvage the battle, taking out as many of them as she could, but there weren't many more falling. One thought filled her head:

If she ever found that Deforreth, she'd kill him.

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With a gasp, Deforreth regained consciousness, feeling pain coming from his leg and chest. He looked around - everything was empty, save for a few Elves and a large group of people from the city. They had lost.

The End

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