Brom watched the bodies of the zombies pile up on the far side of the stone wall, their corpses adding to the obstacle’s effectiveness. The archers were still largely unnecessary, but in a few moments he would need them to cover the reinforcements. The men on the front lines were beginning to tire. A few had fallen where the press was greatest but the medics had dragged them to the safety of the farmhouse ruins. Other knights had stepped in and the zombies had not yet broken the plane of the old stone wall. It would happen. Five hundred zombies were too many to fight on such a front. After enough had been met, and the bulk of their numbers arrived, Brom would need to draw his men back into the greater security of the old foundations.
A scout stationed at their rear called Brom’s attention. “There’s a man heading this way, a ghostknight.”
The soldier approached their fortifications from the rear. It was one of the men Brom had sent with Ethan to seek the figure on the hill. He saluted, “Sir, the fire knight is controlling the zombies. I tried to warn the rear guard, but they got cut off before I could get there. You have zombies flanking you now. You’ll be surrounded soon.”
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Just for the record, you're getting these excerpts all out of order since that's the way I'm writing this story. The order so far would be something like 1,2,4,3 but both 4 and 3 occur much later in the story than 1 and 2. 3 is almost the very last scene (although I am trying not to put any spoilers in here on the off chance that I eventually take enough time to revise this book and turn it into something readable)
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