The battle witch found herself on the ground kneeling beside another one of the creatures which had fallen by her hand. They were being overwhelmed and slowly but surely the creature began to spill through the gates, flooding the walls from which she'd made her escape. Yet not even the grounds were safe from their assault. She took out her knives from the four corpses in front of her. The shimmering silver had been dulled, stained black by the dark blood of the creatures. They hadn’t seen her coming and it was the element of surprise that allowed her to strike down four of them single handedly. She could not do it again. They were extremely fast and she could keep up with one of them but no more than that. When it came down to single combat she would stand a chance but there were countless of these monsters, she'd seen them beyond the gates through the eyes of her enchanted crow. They covered the fields and the hills beyond. The battlements were a mere pebble on their road, nothing more. 

There was a moment of silence, like the calm before the storm before the first creature charged at her. Instinctively she evaded his spear strike but it flipped its weapon around so the wooden end of the spear planted itself in her stomach. It disorientated her momentarily and the creature immediately launched its next attack. She barely got out of its way the iron tip of the spear scraped against her shoulder which was covered by armor. She put some distance between them by jumping back, staying low to the ground. Celine realized she would need to keep an eye on her surroundings but she couldn't afford to lose sight of her attacker. He was too fast for that. She waited for him to launch another attack. She always kept distance between her and her opponent, mainly so she had time to ready her knives and invoke her curses. Close quarter combat forced her to use her knives as weapons which was harder to do. It took longer to take them out. 

It came straight at her aimed for her chest and she sidestepped his charge and grabbed onto his spear with both hands. They staggered backwards and with its weapon held in the place the creature had no other means of attacking her. She did not hesitate and quickly plunged her knife into the side of its head, with the same uncanny speed she'd thrown it earlier. The creature fell to the ground its spear laying uselessly at its side, dark blood began to seep out of the wound at the side of its head. Celine wasted no time admiring her handiwork and returned the knife to its sheath wrapped around her thigh. 

As she retreated back into the town she soon realized she was getting outnumbered. The soldiers were no match for the speed of the invading forces. They fell to their feet left and right, the only allies she had left. She managed to save a few of them by launching her cursed knives at the wave of enemies. The curses she'd charged created an excruciating pain in the body by liquefying the bones that made up the skeleton frame. It quickly spread across the group of five which charged at the remaining three soldiers at her side. They dropped their spears and shields mid charge as their bodies became unable to carry the weight collapsing like sacks of flour in front of their feet. The men looked at her with wide fearful eyes blessing themselves in the name of their Goddess. 

"It is not me you should be afraid of" She said with an unreadable expression in her pale eyes. Her lips formed into the slightest of smiles. If they were afraid of her how were they going to stand against these creatures? The three soldiers were little more than boys trying to be men.
Yet all men had already fallen and boys were all she had left. 

“We have to retreat” 
“Unless you’d rather stay here” Celine stated, gesturing to what remained of their comrades.

The young soldiers didn’t protest and followed her as they went further into the town. While they were running Celine glanced to the walls at their side. There were ladders leading up to them. She might have used them as an escape plan but up there it was no better. They kept running until they were forced to stop by a battle taking place in the middle of the town. There were even less allied soldiers here than there had been at the gates and Celine wondered how the creatures had managed to infiltrate the town’s square. Maybe more of them had slipped past her than she’d realized, especially without the cover of the archers and mages. It was by the Dark Sisters watchful eye that she made it out alive back at the gates. 

They were coming from both sides now and without help they weren’t going to hold out for long. There were no quick escapes so she was going to fight to the death to survive this. She took out one of her knives and began to whisper the incantation that belonged to it. 
“Ready your weapons” She called out to the young soldiers at her side. Her voice was clear and did not betray any fear she might have felt.