The fist tightened around the hilt of the sword as he lifted it into the silvery night air. The clouds masked the horror and destruction of the night as the ruby pommel in the black metal shined as the lightning flickered across the sky. The sword once again lived up to it's name, as it cleaved down from the black steed and ripped through the metal armor below. The mottled body crumbled to the ground, blood and dirt coating it. The steed reared it's rider once onto it's back and crashed it's legs down onto the body. The snapping of bones was the only sound, excluded out of the rain and darkness of the night. It was only the first of it's massacres...

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News had escaped of the massacre. Several dead, several gone. Bodies not accounted for. All that was left were the rotting corpses with the wounds of innocence. It was the only thing people would talk of for the rest of the day. The gate was opening and closing endlessly as I sat up in the turret. People came and went, mostly coming. They carried wagons and bags of supplies, food, clothes, weapons, goods and merchandise. I rocked the chair back on it's legs and balanced myself with the pike. A long wooden pole with a spear point and axe head attached to the tip, Pikes and Halberds were easy to mass produce. Great for guards. The turret was filled with miscellaneous items. Chairs and stools, tables, drinks, food, papers and feathers. It was mostly used for entertainment for the guards when we're on the job. But there were some official documents and such. I yawned and balanced the chair out on all legs. I leaned the pike against the wall and pulled up the paper on the table in front of me once again. I read it for the third time this shift and took frequent sips from my mug of ale. The words disturbed me. But I would have to accept the fact. I craned my neck to look out the window and gasped in horror.

The people came for hours, all carrying wagons, but not supplies. Of bodies. Blood coated the path and the outside of the gate as more and more people came. The gates closed and opened, each one bringing a new body, a new mourner, or a new wounded. The bodies were laid outside of the doctor's house. Tents were put up to shelter the still living, and the dead were being buried. It was a terrible sight. The once lively town with news had now become a graveyard. No one spoke, no one smiled. I stared in awe as the doctors swarmed over the patients, in and out of tents. I had some decent knowledge of medicine and offered my help. The elderly doctor looked up and thanked me. I walked into the nearest tent that had not been visited. A man still in his armor sat on a cot. The blood stained his metal suit and dripped onto the ground. I couldn't bring my eyes to look at his face.
"Are you here to help me?" I looked up and saw his eyes staring at the pike. Dumbfounded I set it on the ground and tried to smile. His eyes were still grim, filled with so many emotions. Sorrow, anger, remorse, and most of all pain.
"I don't want to die." He said, his voice almost breaking. I didn't want to speak but I had to.
"You'll be alright." I spoke as calm as possible. I knew I was telling a lie but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I left the tent and went to get medicine. I grabbed a tray from the doctor's tent. I walked as fast as possible without dropping it back to the patient. I tried my best to unbuckle the armor without hurting him. I pulled harder each time and he winced.
"Arrow." He said firmly. My eyes darted to his right side. An arrow penetrated the chainmail underneath the armor. How could I be so stupid? Carefully I used a knife to cut the leather buckles of the armor. Underneath his body was covered in blood stained chainmail. Using the knife once more I tried to cut the chainmail around the arrow. Once done I worked on removing the arrow. I sawed off the shaft and set to work.
It was tedious. At times he would wince and cry out in pain. I tried to be gentle but if I didn't work fast he would be dead for sure. I used clippers to remove the arrow head. The skin twisted and turned as the arrow finally came out. It was a dark red, coated in blood. I looked back down and saw the damage. I tried my best to rub healing herbs into the wound and bandage it. The herbs would knock him out soon enough. I waited in the stool until he fell asleep. And waited, not returning to my post.