The Middle / Lunar's Bridge
The Middle
Both Dawn and Winter Courts' armies infiltrated on the enemy's war camp, silently killing Continental soldiers, mostly of the deads being made by a long narrow knife in the ear or eye, long enough to reach the brain, finishing the soldiers almost instantly, giving preference to the soldiers with the skull mark first.
The place was dark as it was in the middle of the night, Kallias and Thesan approached to the main tent, where the General would certain be, they were a few meters away from it when the enemies alerted intruders on their warcamp, then the Continental General got out the tent, his sword ready.
They fought, a few Dawn and Winter soldiers gave cover from the enemies soldiers to the two High Lords, who need the right time to change into their bestial form as it wouldn’t last for a long time and their opponent was very well skilled and had a protection spell around him, the spell certain not well strong as the glow around him wasn’t shining as it should be, so they would be able to kill him on their bestial form.
When the right time came, Kallias held most of the fight, giving time to Thesan to change his form, to a eagle like beast, who attacked the General, leading the Lord of the Winter to change as well, to a white wolfy beast with feline features.
The fight kept going for a few minutes, until the General invested against Thesan, on his wing, a try to chop is off, luckily the sword got stuck on his bone, as the High Lord of the Dawn let scape a terrifying loud scream of pain, Kallias had the opportunity to bite off the throat of the General, as the body fell in the ground, the blue eyed pushed away the beheaded head from the body before changing back to his original form.
Thesan changed back as well, the sword fell in the ground as his wing wasn’t there anymore, but a long deep cut formed on his back, Kallias walked closer to him, offering help, which was almost instantly accepted.
As most of the Continental soldiers were in the opposite side of the tent from where the General's corpse laid, they didn’t notice the death of their leader and kept fighting.
The white haired High Lord had an arm around the brown eyed's waist, while his free hand held the General's sword, which could be poisoned – something that the healer would avail.
“He needs a healer.” Kallias said to the Dawn soldier who had approached to them, the soldier placed his arm around the male's waist, then Thesan removed his arm from around the white haired’s shoulders, placing it on the shoulders of a second soldier who approached to them, his face getting pale thanks to the blood loss, “Take it to the healer.” The blue eyed said to a third soldier, who took the sword before nodding.
As Thesan had to leave to get his wound treated, the High Lord of the Winter would stay until the end of their mission, to clean the place, to make sure that every single Continental soldier, especially the ones with skull marks were death.
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Lunar's Bridge
Feyre, Nesta and Amren were in the observation tower of the Moon's Palace, the two sisters were in the main window with no glass, protected by railings, while the red lips female took turns between the left and right windows.
The Sunrise slowly illuminated the battlefield, the sisters had their eyes slightly vacant while watching their mates, as if half seeing through their eyes.
“There are too many of them.” Amren said while looking at the left window, where she could see Azriel in the aerial legion, through the main window she could see Cassian in the left leading the soldiers of Velaris, Darkbringers and a few Illyrians, while Rhysand was at the middle, leading the Lunar's Knights.
Nesta leaned her hands in the window’s frame as she watched Cassian, Feyre glanced at her, her older sister's face changing.
“Nesta?” the youngest called her, the female with tied hair rubbed her temples, taking a few steps back before falling in the floor, she reached her, Amren as well, “Nesta.” She said as her sister placed both palms in the cold marble.
“Take off your helmet. Take off your helmet.” Nesta repeated and repeated, her eyes fully vacant, Amren placed both hands on her upper arm, “TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET.” She shouted what seemed to be a scream of pain.
Feyre held her sister’s wrist, cheking the window, Cassian had already removed his helmet, the High Lady saw his mouth moving, ordering the soldiers around him to do the same, some did, most don’t, then a slightly translucent wave of power came on their direction, the first soldiers – in the front lines – were hit by it, their helmets instantly smashed their heads until their eyes, blood and pieces of bone splashed from it, the power pressed the metal until the helmets became a flat plate.
The soldiers in the back lines desperately took off their helmets, Feyre warned Rhysand throught the bond, the violet eyed seemed slightly aware, he instantly removed his helmet as the wave approached to him, then the soldiers around him did the same.
The youngest helped her sister to sit, then checked the left window, Azriel and the whole aerial legion had took off their helmets, then she went back to Nesta, rubbing her hand on her sister's back in circular movements.
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Rhysand kept fighting, his right knee and still hurting shoulder hindering him. Most of the front lines on Cassian's side had been killed, but they quickly regrouped.
Most of the Knights were at the High Lord's part, a few on Cassian's, the Night Court's soldiers have been able to push the enemies away, even struggling. Rhysand finally saw the enemy's Commander, a tall High Fae with blond hair, a slightly green light around him, a spell of protection, probably.
The violet eyed changed into his bestial form as he reached the Commander, who showed to be very well skilled.
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Feyre watch her mate fight on his horrific form, Nesta was already stoos, going to her side at the window while Amren went to the right one.
The youngest sister watched the battle, noticing the odd behaviour of the Knights soldiers, who slowly stopped to fight the enemies, she warned Rhys through their bond, but he was fighting the Commander right now, focused on it as he would change back his original form in less than a minute.
She watched one of the Knights taking a wood ash metal tipped spear, aiming it on Rhysand's direction, she warned him, screamed at him through the bond, but it wasn’t enough, the traitor moved too fast and the Commander didn’t made it easy to the High Lord, the spear got hurled, hitting and crossing Rhys’ right knee until it got stuck in the ground.
A loud feral scream of pain was heard, Nesta had her eyes wide as she watched it. A tear fell from Feyre's right eye, they had hit Rhysand right on his weak spot, he was drained, exhausted, had no chance to win this time.
“No.” Feyre's voice trembled as she watched a second Knight stab with another spear on Rhys' left knee, a second scream of pain.
“Holy shit.” Amren said, she had been at Nesta's side since the first scream.
“Feyre.” Nesta cramped her slender hand on her younger sister's upper arm.
“No.” more tears came from Feyre's eyes as she watched her mate, taking one step back from the window.