impatient and bloodthirsty in his hand, into Isribus' stomach. He screamed, blood slowly dripped down the blade and the others were seized with an unprecedented rage. They ran screaming towards their opponent, waving their swords and other tools.


"Stop!" Gisildur called and waved her back with a stopping gesture, "He wants to fight with me alone!"


"But together we are stronger!" shouted Savamir and came enticingly closer, "We would take him down in a few seconds!"

"No!" protested the fighter, pushing his brother into the grass. Defiance flared in his eyes and he grimaced. The groan of Isribus, writhing on the ground, grew louder.


"Then do it alone!" cowardly Savamir and got up again. The dark one smiled broadly, showed his yellow teeth and took the Saracen sword out of his mouth. There was a disgusting growl, then the almost silent fight began. Their blades crossed at breakneck speed and it was impossible to determine the winner in advance.


"What's going on?" exclaimed Badenius and part of his usual calm had returned, if only because Gisildur was gaining the upper hand more and more. In the meantime Isribus crawled through the sparse grass and moss to the others, who hid behind the fallen trunk and waited for the fight to be decided. They all knew that Gisildur hated to be disturbed in a duel and therefore behaved accordingly calmly.Savamir quickly took heart, left her hiding place and went to Isribus, who was lamenting with pain and bleeding profusely. He quickly put his arm around his shoulder and supported him while the younger one held the gaping wound. A large, damp, red stain had spread on the robe and would not go away until his injury was healed and the hunting coat was washed. Sweat pearled in thick drops from his forehead, ran down his expressive, hairy chin and then soaked the earth with the flowing blood.


"Hurry up!" Gisildur suddenly called out to them from his battle and regretted his carelessness with a stab in the left shoulder, "Well, one-handed also belongs!" he hissed, clenched his white teeth, pushed the blackened Saracen sword away from his body with his own long knife. The metal screeched and the shadow creature struck with the second sword to catch Gisildur, but this fell backwards into the bushy blueberry bushes and thus avoided the attack.With the same movement he kicked the black man's feet and the black man began to stagger slightly, but immediately caught himself again and struck with both blades. Gisildur rolled to one side, inhaling, grabbed a thick, broken branch off the ground, and with an exhale fended off the second attack. The Saracen sword cut into the branch but did not cut it completely and was eventually pulled out by its owner. In the same second, the knight drew the sword in a semicircle, at the same time straightening up, around himself and let the blade slide towards the back of the creature's head, but this continued the movement with which it had drawn the curved knife out of the wood and let them stop right behind his head to fend off the enemy sword. Sparks sparkled, the monster changed its fighting stance by taking the other leg in front of it and shifting its weight on it, and flicking the second sword into Gisildur 's side.He cried out in pain and the Saracen sword was pulled hard from the wound and its guide pushed him aside.


Savamir Isribus hectically swallowed a reddish drink from a small, glass bottle and ordered his patient to drink this mixture immediately, willy-nilly. It was basically nothing more than a healing potion which had been prepared in both orders to get people back on their feet after a devastating battle. The drink literally smelled of garbage and tasted like that, but it was the only salvation for Savamir after a heavy loss of blood. Less than two seconds later he straightened up after a brief flicker of his eyes and felt his newly acquired strength explode inside him. The scout of horror grinned maliciously again, raised his skinny hands, dropped the weapons point first into the sand so that they got stuck upright in the same pits and waved them over with his knotty fingers and pointed nails .Immediately everyone jumped over the trunk, ran towards their unarmed opponent with swinging weapons over their heads and let down a volley of blows and blows at him. Skillfully he dodged all of them with incredible speed, but as Badenius, almost trembling with fear, he held the smoldering sword convulsively in his hands, slowly stepping towards him, he first became afraid of the weapon, but was finally released again because he could read what was in his eyes. He was afraid of the creature, although he knew the sword would protect him. He tried a few loosening exercises miserably and let the sword cut through the air in circular movements. The bright sound of a whirring could be heard and grew louder and louder.