Blood

29.

At the moment, we crouch high up-in the trees; midway between Camp and the Afrikan camp.

From up here, we have a clear view of the Afrikans marching to our camp for the feast.

In the distance, we hear the rumbling sound of a horn.

"That's our cue." Cole says.

We split up.

After much argument back qt camp, Cole finally agreed that I will not be in his group. Cole's group-Jamie and Jay would take the camp from the East and my group-C.T, Edgar and Rhonda would take the camp from the west. If anything happened, the rendezvous point would be our current position.

C.T and I man the front of our group, keeping a lookout.

The Afrikan camp looks deserted. We take the middle tent. We draw the flap inside and my heart sinks.

I hear C.T gasp.

There are four Afrikans in the tent, pouring over a map. They look up. One of them says something.

"I'm not fluent in Afrikan, but I think he said-'Sheep's butt! Dice the onion.' But I think I'm mistaken..." C.T whispers.

"He said 'invaders'." Rhonda corrects.

Crap. We hadn't thought that any of them would stay behind. The Afrikans stand up and brandish their weapons. We had a strict rule about killing the Afrikans.

One of the Afrikans flings a shortsword at me. I dodge and the sword whizzes past me and buries itself in Rhonda's shoulder. Rhonda shrieks.

"Go." I shout,"Don't kill them." C.T and Edgar charge.

I turn to Rhonda,"You're going to be okay. It's safer to leave it inside." Rhonda nods, clutching her shoulder. I add,"Can you do me a favor? I know it's a lot to ask, but can you please keep watch outside?" Rhonda nods and stiffly stumbles out of the tent.

I turn towards the ongoing fight. One of the Afrikans are down, unconscious. C.T fights off two of the Afrikans while Edgar fights the third.

"C.T! Move!" I yell as I launch myself at one of her opponents. I fling the dagger at the man's arm and it hits home.

The man drops his weapon with a yelp. He looks up and spits in my direction. I dive forward and grasp his weapon off the floor. A long sword.

What was with these Afrikans and their swords?

I bring the handle down on his temple ad he crashes to the floor, knocked out. Without a second glance, I wrench my dagger out of his arm.

I inspect the scene. C.T has rendered her opponent-a tall woman-unconscious.

I turn to see how Edgar fares when his opponent swipes at him and slices off two of his fingers. Edgar screams and lets go of his spear. His two fingers drop to the ground, still convulsing.

C.T flings herself at the man, stabbing him in the neck and crushing his temple.

Edgar's screams of pain continue to echo as Rhonda screams,"Lisa! There's another one out here!"

I scramble out of the tent just as a tall Afrikan man raises his sword and slices off Rhonda's head.

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A/N: Hahaha. *updates once in a blue moon*. I would call this a cliffhanger...

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