[Perhaps #6]

Looking down with his eyes wide in fear, at the shear mass of the crowd and the roaring sound they gave. His attention then turned to the others behind the wall glancing at each one running around organizing a plan of defense. “I have to leave.. 

No.. 

help I have to help.. 

I can‘t leave.. 

Not now..” he told himself, before looking back down at the crowd slamming against the gates. Their roars sounding as if hungry for blood, nothing else seemed to work. He yelled down at them from above, none heard his calls. Dodging behind the stone wall, as arrows soared up in the sky. Falling down upon the others behind the wall, glancing around as he could see the carnage, the chaos it was beginning to them all. “What could they have possibly done to deserve this.. 

This.. Slaughter..” Closing his eyes wanting it to all go away, the screams the roars all the sounds he could hear.

 “I have to help.. 

But how how..”

 He cried out to himself tears of rage streamed down his face. “No…

 there has to be another way.

. Not that..

 Please not that.. 

Another way..“ He ran the scenes over again and again in his head. “There is none…. Please.. 

Forgive me.. Mom.. Dad.. 

Daughter.. 

Please forgive me..“ He called out as he jumped up on the wall looking down at the crowd below gathering, putting up ladders up the wall. Huffing through his mouth hopping back and forth from one stone to another, soon stopped and swaying side to side. Fists clinched all around his body goose bumps would appear the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Opening up his eyes, looking down at the bodies below. Yelling out to them all

 “You want an animal..

 I‘ll give you an animal..” in his mind a song kept repeating, soon only thing he could hear was the song. “I.. 

hate…. 

everything… 

about.. 

You!!” Screaming out at the top of his lungs, before tossing himself down to the ground on the other side of the wall.

As he fell, his heart began burning with the rage he felt inside. Falling on top of those from a ladder that were, on their way up the wall. Landing upon their bodies which had impaled his shoulder with a blade. Gripping a hold of the chain from around his waist, wrapping it around his right arm. Leaving the left to grab hold onto another as he would repeatedly thrust the chain fist into their bodies. Each one he grabbed and forced his fist against when connecting to their body. 

Sparked a flame which burned both him, and the other. After a moment he whipped the chain from his arm using it for distance smacking the end of the chain against their armor. Scorching their armor, as well as their fur that it was pressed against.

[add something else to battle]

Making his way around the wall burning ladders along the way so no other could cross the wall. Before long he himself stood at the front of a crumbling doorway to the ones on the other side. His body riddled with cuts and bruises, scorch marks from the chain. His eyes still raged, as the crowd was being pushed back and the wall was being held. A few in the crowd would whisper to each other calling him an ancient. 

Only a few would charge him only to be wrapped up in his chain and burned while the others watched their bodies being turned to ashes before their eyes. Before the days end, all but a couple would stand on the battleground staring at [main] in front of the gates to the city. His vision was blurred and scattered panting heavily, shaking where he stood. Trying to regain control over himself trying to turn off the song to his head and change it to another. 

Closing his eyes, for one last time he took a deep breath letting the chain fall to the ground. He stood there bleeding on himself like a statue his head was looking forward, but his body was still shaking.

 Hearing his name being called from behind him, in a victorious chant. He opened his eyes once again looking behind him at the ones calling his name. [main] fell to his knees, 

“This was no victory..” looking around at the destruction and carnage he had brought upon the battlefield. “This is not my way..

 Not mine..” The bodies of those he had burned, the ashes covering his feet and lower half of his body. “I‘m sorry.. 

I‘m very.. Soo.. 

Sorry..” His eyes began to tear up, continued looking around. “I don‘t want to destroy..

 I want to bring joy.. 

Not pain..” Looking up as he seen a blur of those from the battlefield coming closer to him, with their weapons sheathed. 

“Leave here..

 Be free..

 Go to your loved ones and hold them..” Glancing behind him, as others began pouring out of the walls most were wounded still but able to hold onto their weapon. Slowly standing back up to his feet, gripping the chain from the ground tossing it across his shoulder. “Do not.. 

Attack unless they attack.. 

Understood..” He called out to the others that were out of the walls. Limping his way towards them, as well leading the way his vision was getting clearer as they moved closer to each other.

Soon feet away he stared at them tears slowly rolling down his face, as tears were rolling down their faces as well. “[Main]…

 is that you.. 

Is that really you?” they said separately. Smiling softly gave a chuckle as he looked at each one, “I‘m here..” 

 looking at Elilassa, Kontara, Phen, Fuego. Closing his eyes, before letting the chain fall once more then falling over himself. All four jumping forward to catching him, shaking his head lightly “You.. 

Guys look good..” passing out in their arms, as each one held onto him as they were escorted with him into the walls. Soon as they placed him down each one was put into a holding cell.