SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter twenty
The SUVS roared away from the herd, leaving trails of dust behind them. Crono was at the wheel, worry evident on his face. He feared his beast would find a way out of the room and do something crazy.
Meanwhile, Isis and Sienna, aware that discretion is their best ally, planned Isis's entrance without alerting the guards at the main gate. Sienna, in her short dress, sensually advances towards the four warriors guarding the entrance. "Gentlemen, I need your help. I've lost my way, I have no idea where my home is," says Sienna in a clipped voice tinged with a simulacrum of drunkenness.
The warriors, captivated by the beautiful she-wolf's apparent vulnerability, turned away from the door, one of them taking her arm, concerned at Sienna's apparent disorientation, and urging her to retreat.
"Miss, be careful, you're falling. You shouldn't be out on the street at night in this state. You'd better leave this area, go home."
Meanwhile, Isis, taking advantage of the guards' distraction, deftly slipped through the gate and ran towards the mansion. She skirted it with agility and strategy. Arriving at the back of the mansion, she entered and hid behind a counter when she spotted two guards approaching. He remained silent until they had passed, then left and climbed the stairs quickly, arriving at Freya's room. He deftly pulled a tool from his bag, which he used to open the door.
Anxiety gripped Freya's heart as she paced up and down the room. She stopped when she felt the door open, saw her friend, ran to her and wrapped her in a comforting embrace.
"I knew they wouldn't let me down.
"Let's go quickly, we don't have much time," Isis insisted.
They both boldly descend the stairs and, as they emerge through the back door, are greeted by two guards. One of them, puzzled, asked them.
"You, who are you? Where are you from?"
"She's with me, and you'd better let us go, whether by trick or by force," Freya replied firmly.
Isis raised her right leg and delivered a precise kick to the stomach of one of the guards, while Freya deftly disarmed the other, placing her menacing sword at his throat.
"You'd better not scream or I'll kill you, I'll slit your throat right here," Freya warned coldly.
Isis deftly strips both guards of their weapons and comments in an amused tone.
"It's easier than taking candy from a puppy. Come on, walk to the depot."
The two guards, trembling with panic, took a few steps into the mansion until they found themselves in front of a door.
"Enter," he ordered, as the guards continued to fidget.
"Madam, for your misdeed, our alpha will kill us," stammered one of the guards, visibly nervous.
"You think it's a joke to go save my father, and don't worry about your lives. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."
"Come on, Freya, Sienna must be in trouble with the guards at the entrance," Isis insisted, reminding them that it was urgent to get out of the mansion.
Freya closed the storeroom door and the two women left the mansion. As they reached the imposing gate, Sienna gave them a knowing look. Stealthily, they got out and walked quickly to a black van waiting for them not far away. "Don't pester me and don't worry, I'm going. They've been very kind. Bye," Siena muttered, turning her back on the guards and walking with a sway.
The guards looked at each other, not understanding the she-wolf's attitude, and returned to their posts as if nothing had happened. The van sped off into the dark night, taking green roads to quickly reach the Sith pack.
The orcs advanced with merciless brutality, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The wolf-warriors and Agamemnon were the last barrier against the fury of the invaders. Combat was a ferocious dance, where claws and fangs clashed with the rough skin of orcs, while some fighters, in their human form, wielded swords with deadly skill.
In the shadows, Chesay's dark spells amplified the ensuing chaos. The orcs, ignorant but deadly creatures, followed his orders with unbridled ferocity. Agamemnon's herd became a battlefield, howls and roars mingling with the cries of the orcs. The SUVS screeched to a halt amid the chaos. Crono got out of one of them as his men prepared. He raised his hand in command and shouted loudly.
"Let's face these beasts for the survival of our family. Our very existence depends on our fight.
Typhon, the silver-furred wolf, sprang up imposingly and lunged at an orc, clinging to his opponent's neck. But the greenish beast proved tougher than he looked and shook him violently, trying to break free of the ferocious assault. In the midst of the battle, the orc noticed the wolf's cunning and, armed with a primitive but effective fighting tool consisting of a long stick and a stone, he deftly struck the wolf, throwing it several meters away with brute force. Typhon fell to the ground and rolled, finally coming to a halt wounded.
The warriors weren't just fighting to protect their land; their resistance went beyond that, it was a desperate act to preserve their heritage in the face of the imminent threat of these creatures who threatened to exterminate them. Every sword drawn, every blow struck, was an echo of their will to resist and preserve the essence of their existence.
Typhon howled, feeling the stabbing pain in his ribs, and resumed his human form. Crono struggled to his feet, grabbed a nearby sword and launched himself back into battle. Bastian, who wanted to help him, was cornered. It was Agamemnon who joined him, and together they began to fight one of these beasts, which lunged with fury, hurling a primitive axe in their direction.
At the height of the battle, Dionysus was wounded in the shoulder and struggled to hold the heavy sword. Every movement was painful as he blocked the savage attacks of the orc who outstripped him in size and strength. Fatigue gripped him, and he feared he would die here. But hope touched his heart, as several men rallied around the orc who had attacked him. Solidarity in battle seemed to be the key to facing these monsters.