Chapter 154: Stemming the Tide
Bee rolled as she hit the ground. A writhing mass of undead surrounded her on all sides. They had already filled the empty archway and completely obscured the fallen gate where it lay, dust still settling from when it fell.
It had only taken her and her master a few quick seconds of conversation mid-flight before they decided on a plan. It wasn't the best plan, and certainly not what she would have chosen, but her master had been quite insistent, and she didn't want to let it down.
So she was going to hold the gate while Void went and talked to the human leader. It would figure out the situation and where their help was most needed. It would also try to convince other humans that the pair were a friendly force rather than some evil demon, as everyone seemed to automatically assume.
That last part was what Bee worried about most. Those concerns were easily dispelled in the castle, where Void had proven itself, and the audience was predisposed to listen to their savior. However, humans in positions of power didn't usually mix well with listening. Especially when they didn't want to.
Getting to her feet, she struck out in a wide arc with her broom. She had landed in the thick of things, hoping to take some pressure off of the defenders within the city. According to her Scan, the zombies ranged in level from 5 to 25, most around 13 or so. Their sheer numbers were the problem, though.
Only a fraction of the zombie army had actually made it in at this point, but they were quickly overwhelming the men behind her. She had seen some get flung from the wall above when the gate fell, yet she had no time to check whether they were still alive or not. The sudden attack had slowed down the response enough for the undead to take the gap in the wall.
The humans were pressing forward, trying to cut off the flow of attackers, but so far, it has been unsuccessful. Her drop into the center had disrupted things, though. Maybe it would be enough for them to take back some ground.
Her bladed broom decapitated a group of zombies with ease. Twisting the weapon, she brought the bristles up towards the face of another that charged forward. As it stumbled, she brought the blade back in another deadly arc. Most of the zombies didn't stop attacking her, but the ones coming directly at her did. She spun the broom deftly in her hands, undead falling with every swing. Her Improved Pathing guided her strikes through the most concentrated groups of enemies while also warning her of incoming attacks.
As she swept through the battlefield like a whirlwind, a bubble of space began to form with her at the center. The streaming zombies still passed by her on either side, but the center of the archway was rendered utterly impassable. This slowed down the advance enough that the humans started to make progress on stemming the flow around her.
As well as it was going, she could tell that it wouldn't be enough. By the time they had fully taken control of the gate, there would be thousands of undead inside the city already, and who knew how much havoc that would cause. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
As she continued fighting, she felt her skills growing as they were challenged for the first time in a long while. Improved Pathing further optimized her motions to be more efficient and save energy. She also noticed that it was making her strategy more effective. Rather than always killing with every single strike, she was always incapacitating, slowing down, knocking over, or otherwise stalling the undead advance.
I wasn't sure how we had settled on this plan. It didn't seem like a very good idea, to be honest. Why was I the one going to find the enemy general alone? Especially since I very much doubted that whoever was in command would be able to understand me. Still, I guess I had to try.
Looking back toward where I left Beatrice, I could see that she was putting in work. I was truly proud of that young girl's work ethic. She never seemed to back down from a challenge, no matter how difficult it might first appear.
I zipped between the legs of the soldiers rushing towards the gate or hunting down the zombies in the city, looking for someone who was in charge. I found a few people who seemed to be giving out orders, but they didn't seem to realize I was trying to speak to them. Some gave me funny looks but soon ignored me, clearly more focused on organizing the response.
Eventually, I found who they reported to. It took me nearly a minute, but there was an older man with the highest number of stripes on his shoulders running down a side street towards the front lines. He seemed to be in charge based on the way people jumped out of his path.
I went to hover in front of him, and he skidded to a halt looking at me. Something in his eyes told me that he wasn't going to just dismiss me as unimportant. He recognized me as different as new and, judging by the hardness in his eyes, possibly a threat.
I beeped the quick message at him, and he cocked his head, staring at me. His hand gripped his sword hilt, but he kept it by his side. Still, at the angle and position of his body, he looked ready to draw it at a moment's notice. "What manner of creature are you?"
I tried to respond; I really did. But I don't think he understood. Still, he was smart enough to realize that I wasn't attacking him, so he tried one more time. "You resemble something I've heard described. Something that Harold warned me about."
This wasn't getting anywhere. Clearly, I had become too used to communicating with words with the rest of the humans. It was time to get back to my roots. Popping out my arm, I pointed to the gate. Unfortunately, we were in a little bit of an alleyway, and I was just pointing at a wall. His gaze flicked toward the rocks with a quick movement, never fully taking attention off of me. When he didn't see what I was trying to convey, a confused look grew on his face. "You're trying to tell me something but I don't understand."
Frustrated, I backed up a little bit so it was clear that it wasn't pointing at the wall next to me but rather down the main street leading toward the gate where Beatrice was still fighting. It also put me in the path of many people trying to run around. I had to hover myself up above the heads of everyone. To avoid them. Hesitantly, Arthur stepped forward and looked around the corner. His eyes went wide. I could only assume it was because of the distinct lack of a gate and the parts of the wall next to them that had crumbled. He clearly was taken aback.
Looking back at me, he waited for me to continue this time. I was more interested in precisely not pointing at the gates but at the lone little figure holding back the tide of undead.
"That girl," he whispered. "Is that who you came with?"
My sensors picked up motion on the other end of the alleyway. A pair of zombies was about to shamble around the corner. This guy could probably deal with it, but I wanted to be helpful where possible.
My sanitation lamp fired two beams over the man’s shoulder. In 0.12 seconds, his sword was out of his sheath as he rolled out of the way. Oops. Perhaps I should have warned him. Nonetheless, the threat was taken care of. A gurgling moan escaped from the zombies’ throats as they collapsed to the ground.