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The Siege of Syrn: Part XI

Dirk loosed a few more arrows into the oncoming army. Then he dropped his bow and drew his sword. He did not fight with a shield, even though most of his comrades did. He prefered to fight with two hands on his blade instead.

The first Thargonites reached the top of the ladder. Before he even had time to step out on the wall, Dirk kicked the man in his chest. Off balance, the Thargonite fell to the ground twenty feet below.

The next attacker had already drawn his sword and launched himself off the ladder into the small crowd of Aidarians standing there. He was quickly brought down, but his distraction had provided the bridge that other Thargonites needed. More and more clambered up now that the bridge had been established.

Dirk ducked a swing from an enemy blade and stabbed upward. His sword caught the man and he fell clutching his stomach. Dirk drew back his blade again swung at another soldier who parried his blow.

All over the curtain wall, more and more Thargonite troops mounted the wall and threw themselves into the fray. Behind the Thargonite lines the battering ram was completed and men started wheeling it toward the gatehouse.

Dirk parried a blow slashed again. His blade hit air as his opponent dodged and struck again. Dirk felt the blade cut into his side through his armor. His eyes watered and he cried out in pain. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Arem's face distort in shock. Arem gave a vicious strike at his opponent and launched himself at Dirk's attacker. Dirk dropped his sword and fell down. Vaguely, he saw Arem kill his attacker, and then he knew no more.

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