"They're here, Ethan!" Hunter uttered. Despite him having the hard to breathe because of the deep wounds all over his face, he still manage to crack his lips and turned them into a smile.
"You mean, the villagers?" I asked back, my voice barely above a whisper. Similar to Hunter Grey, I could barely move my arms and legs at the moment.
We got beaten up a few times. Stumbled to the ground just to dodge their weapons being struck on us.
To our immense surprise, some of the king's men plummeted to the ground, cries of pain and surprise cutting through the chaos.
Right after that, the ground shook beneath our feet as if an earthquake was rumbling through the battlefield. Yet, it was no earthquake that shook the ground—it was the courage and determination of the villagers, Hunter's loyal friends.
In a stunning display of unity and bravery, the villagers rallied to our aid. They charged forth, armed with whatever makeshift weapons they could find, their eyes filled
