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"Jierad theirra Kalfis!"
You could hear a loud crack, the third Urgal was also lying on the floor in pain.
"How did you do that?"
"I'll tell you later, we have to go on!" Replied Suzy. So we kept running straight down the street, when suddenly 2 Urgals were wandering our way, Susi shouted to me:
"Keep running, I can do it on my own! We'll meet at the inn after the battle, even if it may no longer be standing!"
Then I turned left where I came out onto the main road and saw the real extent of the whole battle. Everywhere you could hear the crash of metal on metal and the painful moans that dripped. Suddenly I heard heavy steps behind me, and suddenly I turned around. 3 Urgals came running towards me. Even before they reached me, an arrow hit the foremost.
'There were only 2! I thought. But I had thought wrong, the next moment the other 2, also 2 arrows hit.Now all 3 Urgals were lying on the floor. To make sure that they were really dead, I nudged one of them in the ribs with my foot. Suddenly he took out his arm and pulled me to my ankle, immediately I dug my sword into his upper body. Still shocked, 2 of the kind came up to me. The first I cut off the head, the next, which was much larger than the Urgals I had seen before, I dug the sword into the heart. Fortunately, it fell backwards, not my direction, so it could crush me.
But then I had a new problem:
I couldn't get my sword out of his torso!
I desperately tried to pull it out. But I didn't pay attention to whether more were coming. Suddenly someone shouted:
"Head down!"
I quickly bent down. I heard something fall on the floor, I looked past my leg, it was an Urgal's head.
But I didn't know who had knocked him off.I turned around with a jerk. It was a guy who was in his early twenties or even a few years older than me. He had blonde hair, brown eyes and a bloody sword in his hand. His sword had a red stone carved into the pommel. I turned away from him and desperately returned to my sword. I shook the sword violently, but it didn't move, I sighed. Suddenly the guy pulled the sword and pulled it out of the corpse with ease, as if the corpse was just made of butter. He gave the sword back to me.
"Here!"
"Thanks."
But I couldn't say more, because the next group of Urgals was already coming. Suddenly he did exactly what Suzy had done.
Only he screamed:
"Bringsr!"
And the Urgal troop went up in flames.
"What's your name?" he gasped out.
"Miriam, and you?"
"Eragon."
He looked familiar to me from somewhere, then my eyes fell on his hair, it was probably the slave trader I had seen by the stream.But I just looked at the floor and down to my lower lip.
'He can't be a slave trader. Otherwise he would not have warned me. And he would have made a stupid remark by now at the latest, for example: “Little girls shouldn't be on the battlefield!” Or something like that. `
Then my gaze fell on his face, which was not marked by a long, deep scar. In fact, he looked pretty good overall. Then I just decided to keep going. I hoped he would just walk away, but I thought wrongly, he was following me. He mean:
"Stand still!"
When I didn't, he pulled my arm back. It was only then that I noticed that it was pretty quiet between corpses. Then I closed my eyes but only heard the crackling fire and breathing from the guy who was still holding my arm.
"Something's wrong here!" He whispered.
Suddenly over 30 Urgals ran towards us. A winged animal appeared in the sky, it gave a loud scream and flew towards us with fire-breathing nostrils, I was so shocked that I could not move.Suddenly the guy was pushing me on the floor and throwing something over me. I just noticed that the ground was getting hotter below me. Then a hideous stench rose in my mouth and I choked. It smelled of burnt meat.
“You can come up now!” I slowly got up. The sight made me sick to my stomach, Urgals lay charred or burned on the floor, some of them had armor on fire. But all were dead. Now I noticed how my breakfast came up again. I quickly ran between the corpses to the corner of the house and threw up. After a while my sides started to feel like I had a stitch in my side. I choked, leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. Slow steps came
"Is it your first battle?"
"Yes!"
"I can tell you, it's not over yet! You have to pull yourself together a little more, then you can continue to vomit, but only when the battle is over!"Startled, I looked at him, then I walked cautiously on. Although I said nothing more, Eragon followed me after we had brought down a few more Urgals. When 3 Urgal came up to us, because the first one I hit on the head, the next I drilled the sword into the chest area. He sagged, but had a razor-like weapon in his hand, he fell forward. I walked a few steps away from him, but he still caught me on my right calf. A stabbing pain in my calves, I fell to the ground too. However, I got up again immediately, I noticed that it was bleeding but I knew that if I stayed there, it would mean my death. Because more Urgals were coming, I hobbled on on my left leg.
"Is it okay?" asked Eragon.
I just nodded, because I would have to grit my teeth to not scream out loud with every step. After a few more hobbled steps, Eragon stopped."Do you really think it works, it looks pretty bad!"
"Yes, everything is fine"
Now I felt the blood run down my hoe, into my boots, and finally to my pads. Then I heard a scuffle, it came from me, for some reason I couldn't hold back the tears. When I fell to the ground, Eragon came up to me and stopped in front of my trembling body. He sighed and stared at my leg. I noticed that my boot was completely slit from behind, and that this cut was quite deep, as a small pool of blood had already collected around my leg. Then I looked in the direction where we had come from, because the path was covered with a long trail of blood that I had left behind. Suddenly he put a hand on my calf and said:
"Waíse Heil!"
With a searing pain, I looked away from my leg. After a few minutes he sat down next to me, panting.
"What did you do?" I asked."Just stopped the blood loss! But it doesn't cure it because I just closed it. So be careful when you run!" I had heard of magic, but magic that didn't really heal, wasn't really magic for me. I was actually convinced that I could now walk normally, but with a sharp pain in my calf at the first step, I had to realize that it really had not healed. But now it hurt even more than before. So I had to hobble on, but after a few hobbled steps, I have to sit down again and take a break.
“We'll never get anywhere like that, and if we continue like this we'll soon have a horde of Urgals on our necks!” he hissed.
"Well then go alone if I'm so burdensome for you. I didn't ask you to accompany me. And besides, I can take care of myself very well!" I said in a tone that I did was not used to me, although I knew myself that in this condition I could never draw a sword.Even if I tried, if I tried, I would fall to the ground. Eragon was silent, took a few steps away from me and came back to me with quick steps, probably because he had an idea.