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This was not good.

Downward diagonal strike to hit neck.  Enemy down.  Parry, spin, waist hit. Dodge and finish.  Enemy down.

Zell looked to his left.  Too many were getting past him. The distraction caused him to get caught - "Agh." - a thigh shot that could've been worse if not for his armour and his 'better-late-than-never' block.  Time for return fire! Three hit combo.  The first strike of the three blocked.  The last two landed.  Finish.  Enemy down.

Zell took off to his left, adrenaline allowing him to ignore the pain of his fresh wound.  With his left hand, he let fly the knife that had been strapped to his chest piece, catching an orc in the neck, then dove into a spinning sweep to take a charging knight off his feet.  He didn't even get time for a coup de grace - he was immediately defending three attackers.

More enemies passed him.

[i]It is time,[/i] he (Baphomet) thought.  [i]The defence may collapse any second.[/i]

Zell growled and exploded into a rapid series of parries and counters, quickly taking down one of his three opponents, giving him more freedom to beat back the other two.  He was getting angry.  Angry that they were losing.  Angry because he did not want to give up his soul.  Ironically, this anger only drew him closer to the devil.  It helped him ignore his wounds and made his strikes more powerful.  It also made weakened his resistance to Baphomet.

[i]Now...[/i] was the commanding thought.  [i]Before there is nothing left to save.[/i]

He had to.  "Alright!" he shouted aloud in frustration as he crossed blades with yet another of the countless enemies.  "Do it!"

[i]Repeat after me...[/i]  [i]Hoc tibi corpus meum[/i] - [i](I hereby give you my body.)[/i]

"Hoc tibi corpus meum," he strained as he was brought to one knee by the weight of an orc greatsword crashing down on his blade.  With all his might he pushed it back up and away, then fought back.

[i]Hoc tibi dabo animam meam.[/i] - [i](I hereby give you my mind.)[/i]

"Hoc tibi dabo animam meam."  Little did Zell know, the whites of his eyes turned full red.

The final declaration: [i]Ex hoc tibi anima mea.[/i] -  [i](I hereby give you my soul.)[/i]

Zell backpedalled, his eyes darting left and right as he prepared to defend against two more knights.  He took the last second of breathing room to glance over his shoulder at his friends.  Once strangers to him.  Strangers brought together by the craziest of circumstances.  But they were fast friends.  And now, he would do anything for them.  No sacrifice was too great.

[i]Say it![/i]

This was for them.

"Ex hoc-"

[Colour=Green]“Any ideas, captain?”[/colour]

The vampire's voice was enough to interupt him.  The question to James was enough to make him delay.  Did his best friend have an answer?

[i]ZELL!![/i] Baphomet's booming voice had taken the place of Zell's inner voice.  The devil was too angry to disguise his words.  It shook Zell's skull and he barely held off his enemies.

No.  He had to wait for James answer.

"THIS IS JAMES SIRUIS! ALL UNTIS RETREAT! MOVE ONTO THE NEXT PART OF THE PLAN!"

The next part of the plan.  There was hope yet.  He just had to trust.  Keep his faith.

His eyes returned to their normal colour.

[i]You are going to die.[/i]

Zell ignored him and began backing away with parries and blocks as he safeguarded a retreat, until only the frontline was left.  Then he ran.