After the girl had landed over the wall, the knight rushed forward, switching from defense to offense instantaneously.
"SIR KNIGHT, GET OUT OF THERE!"
No one spoke, instead the knight focused on the desperate struggle to push back his attackers, while the soldiers, now hell-bent on killing the young man in front of them, focused on defending and biding their time.
"PLEASE, RUN!"
The knight staggered for a moment and tugged at his chest, halting his counter.
He let out a few low groans and pitiful gasps, meant to suck up any air he could.
A moment of hesitation.
The soldiers had also ceased their attacks, wary of what could come.
"SIR KNIGHT, PLEASE!"
Now separated, no-one paid attention to the girl, either because they had no care for her, or they had no chance to reply.
Both soldiers rushed towards the young man mere feet from the wall he'd thrown his companion over.
Despite two separate blades endlessly attacking the young man in front of them, not a single meaningful injury had befallen him.
Sweat dripped from their faces, hands aching from the constant shockwaves of their parried blows.
The knight in front of them hung his head low.
Could he even see?
An arrow flew past their heads, spiraling towards the knight.
A small smile boomed across the soldiers' grim expressions, but that smile was quickly forced into a look of horror as the arrow split into two shards and pierced the wall behind the knight.
Despair.
The knight stepped forward, his blade filling the mens' body with fear.
Both of them desperately backed away.
His movements were faster, much faster.
The young knight's blade stopped inches away from one of the soldiers' chests as he quickly switched into a defensive position to block another incoming arrow.
Using the moment, that same soldier thrusted his blade towards the knight.
Disbelief.
"A parry at this distance, this fast!?"
The arrow splintered on the knight's blade just as he turned to counter the soldier's sword.
The soldier was sent stumbling with a kick to his waist while the knight ducked under his partner's slash.
Without that villager at his side, the young man began to overwhelm the two soldiers.
The archer was of no help to the fight, firing arrows between the smallest of gaps through his comrades wasn't a smart move, though he'd occasionally find a clear enough opening to shoot.
"Shit, stay close!"
Both men attacked one after the other, leaving little room for a counter attack.
When one blade finished motion, the other started.
The knight blocked blow after blow, again and again, watching and waiting.
He kicked one of the soldiers away while continuing his relentless assault on the other.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The soldier kept up, barely, with the constant heavy blows being slung his way. Be it luck or divine intervention, not a single slash from the knight collided with his body.
Suddenly, the knight let go of his blade, dropped low to the floor, and slammed his fist into the soldier's stomach, sending him into the dirt on his back before the knight gripped his blade, which had yet to finish falling, once more.
A slash fell towards the knight, from the other soldier he'd momentarily kicked out of the fight, but he slid his foot around, positioning his upper body out of harm's way.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?"
Another slash, another dodge.
Each swing from the soldier was met with the knight sliding across the dirt just out of reach.
Before long, both soldiers were back up and once more attacking in sync.
Despite being slower, weaker, and devoid of hope, they fought. If they stopped for even a second, it might end up being their last.
The knight's injured leg buckled and collapsed for a second.
Without communicating, one of the soldiers pushed the other towards the floor and then dove there himself.
"NOW!"
The archer, lying in wait, let go of the arrow attached to the string of his bow.
Faster than any of the men could react, the knight locked onto the arrow and twitched his left hand.
A squelching sound, like a sticking being pulled out of mud, filled the soldiers ear as they rolled farther away.
Two gusts of wind met in the middle and clashed.
A snap.
Silence.
A direct hit.
The archer stood for a moment then fell to the floor, a spear embedded deep into his forehead.
With shaky breaths, the knight grabbed at his shoulder, now leaking blood, tightly. His sword shook in his hand, legs buckled under their own weight. The pain was intense, yet it wasn't the pain causing him to slow.
Blood.
The knight's body began to burn from within.
Every step was a miracle.
Both soldiers were back on their feet, appalled at the sheer speed of their foe.
"What, the fuck, are you…?"
"We need to leave…"
"What!? We're going to let him live?"
"Listen, he isn't going down, we regroup with the others or we end up dead too."
A flash, the slowest yet.
Slow enough for the soldier to react, his blade raised up to block the knight's attack.
A small struggle, both men fighting for control over the clash.
The other soldier mustered any remaining courage and slammed his sword down towards the knight.
He stepped back.
"NOW!"
Both men ran, harder than they ever had before, towards the outskirts of the city.
The knight rushed forward, searching for any energy within himself that was left to pursue them.
His shoulder was open and spilling out blood, the same fate that his leg had endured mere minutes ago.
Gasping, panting, begging.
"Hgh-…"
The knight's sword clangs against the dirt as he falls to the ground while clutching his heart.
"Hhaah-…"
Everything faded in and out repeatedly over and over.
His body burned internally, hotter than even the smoldering buildings surrounding him.
Even the little air he could intake seemed to spark in his throat.
With his body rendered useless from the constant fighting, the knight closed his eyes and let the dark overtake him.