Glad you could join us for the next pointed episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
From behind him, a shadowy growler leaped over Barry and knocked the springing red to the ground before charging into the center of the battle. Barry and Trevor lunged forward to thrust their weapons into the heart of the fallen red.
More growls from outside the circle of Knights turned their heads.
Snarling and snapping, dozens of wolves heaved themselves into the tumult. Barry and Trevor, stabbing and slicing their way across the commotion, finally reached the mass of Marauders.
“For Bog!” Trevor hollered, throwing himself across the thick neck of a rattling snake and raising his arm to sever its throat with his slicing stick.
Like a snapped whip, the enemy flung back his head, tossing Trevor into the air. The serpent opened his mouth beneath him, fangs exposed for the kill.
“NOOOOO!” Knightling Barry sprang forward to plunge his spear straight through the creature’s lower jaw into its brain. The Marauder fell sideways, fangs stuck outside its fastened lips, hatred in its staring eyes.
Landing and striking in the same moment, Trevor cut across the snake’s neck. He yanked out both fangs and handed one to Barry. “Thanks, friend. Let’s show them how the Knights of Service can bite.”
The battle raged into the moonless black of night. The dead lay strewn in tumbled piles of fur and scales and skin. Yet no matter how many of the enemy died, their number seemed endless. Bog’s resistance weakened with each desperate defense.
Croaking, thin and far away at first, swelled as it filtered through the clamor of war. One by one, Bog’s weary Knights of Service heard it and felt their strength return. His Greatness, King Arnie the Former, had arrived with more troops.
Hope grew with the sound. But the sight of their reinforcements turned every heart to ice.
To be continued. . .