Chapter 5 GCBF

"Klasky, is the left flank holding up?"
"Yes sir! It seems our flank is getting hit the hardest."
"Send a message to Lieutenant Faye, have her reinforce our left. We'll have to attempt a tactical withdraw. We are not going to surrender, do you understand Lieutenant?"
The battle moved in slow motion, arrows whizzing by as swords clanged together. The first arrow came from behind, scraping the edge of his armor and embedding itself in his shoulder. He felt a sudden pressure and knew instantly: The enemy had them surrounded.
"Klasky! Pull the troops back!" He blocked a strong downward stroke, jarring his injured shoulder. He suppressed a wince, as he parried another blow. The arrow in his shoulder was cutting into the muscles, being drawn in further and further.
"Sir! You're injured!" Klasky raced to his side, drawing her other saber. "Sergeant Tilus is down, Sergeant Mortimer and his men are cut off from us. We need to withdraw!" He ducked a rather slow swipe at his head and took a quick survey. Only a few blue uniforms amidst a sea of dark green.
"Klasky! We can't withdraw!" He roared. "It was a bloody trap!" He met her eyes and instantly knew. She had reached that conclusion at the start of the battle. He remained absolutely resolute and calm. If it was too be the end. The pain in his shoulder was ignored, as he continued to fight the arrogance of the attackers the only blessing of the day. He heard it before he felt the pierce of the arrow. Inadvertently he let out a gasp of pain.
"Captain!"
Through the haze of pain he distinctly heard a southern voice bellow. His knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
"I tol' y'all we wanted the officers alive, dimwit!"
". Don'. Don't let them take me alive." He pleaded. His vision blurred, but he heard her reply.
"I will defend you Captain Teremir, until the end."
"Teremir?"
"Klasky?" He mumbled. Sweet, cheerful laughter swept away the last traces of the dream, and a soft kiss was planted on his forehead.
"Were you dreaming about Klasky? And should I be jealous?" Teremir slowly opened his eyes; relieved to realize he was not in the midst of a battle.
"Yes and no." He pushed himself up on his elbows; there was little pain from his wounds, perpetually improved from the day before. "I would ask for water, but after your little deception, I don't know if I can trust you." He said with a wry grin. Faye sniffed and slapped him playfully.
"I was just doing my duty in Klasky's place." Teremir scowled and crossed his arms.
"Klasky used to make me breakfast!" He pouted. Faye kissed him again lightly, then drew back.
"Did she ever do that for you?" Teremir frowned in consideration for a moment, then nodded. "You are going to die, Captain Teremir!" She threw a pillow at him as hard as she could.