Yay for on topic.
Another short one, most will be.
The Story of an Ellisian Spearman Chpt.4
Sam brought his blade to his side, and then faced the soldiers behind him. They drew their weapons and began to slowly walk toward him, menacing looks on their faces. Sam turned around and ran to the back room, the soldiers started walking toward it.
Sam burst in, “The—an---then---Swadian—help-soldiers-Paladin---home—friend--.”
“Calm down boy!” The inn owner said, “Slowly this time.”
Sam panted for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, “More enemies have arrived, a lot of them too.”
The inn owner cursed, “Alright, let’s run out the back door,” he pointed to the door next to him. “And make our escape.” The group nodded and Sam peeked through the door. He gave a small all clear signal, then kicked it open. Everyone ran out toward several horses that were in a small barn area nearby. In moments, several of the soldiers were right behind them, and five guards nearby grabbed their rifles.
Sam turned and yelled out, “Heads up!” The riflemen aimed and fired. The inn owner clutched his chest and his eldest daughter fell backward. The inn owner’s wife screamed and ran at the riflemen, who then fired another volley straight into her chest. Sam sat stunned for half-a-second, then he picked up the late inn owner’s eight year old daughter and put her on a horse. The monkish man and the blonde woman had fled already, to who knows where, but the two remaining Propugnators trotted to Sam. Sam hopped onto the horse and sat behind the young girl, then he spurred the horse into a gallop.
Another volley was let loose behind them and a townsman fell down, into a newly forming pool of blood. Sam pushed the horse more toward the gate. “Al-most-there.” He said to himself. Sam leaned forward and shot through the archway to the outside of the town. The two Propugnators were close behind. Sam glanced back for a moment and said a quick prayer, then continued riding.
Young Sarah, the inn owner’s youngest daughter, looked back at the city. Her eyes watered and a tear slid down her cheek. The big man on the horse with her looked down and saw her crying, she turned away. The big man hugged her slightly and said, “It’s okay to cry, it’s okay.” She buried her face in his gut and began sobbing.
Sam looked down at the girl who was sobbing into his stomach. He stroked her hair for a few seconds, then paid attention ahead. It was going to be a while before they reached home, not too long, but a while. There were going to be hardships as well, plenty of bandits in this time of war.
The group rode until night, then set up camp with two hour watches. Sam laid his head on a blanket, the little girl close by, and fell asleep.
