Helen stepped in front of Junior and Emma, her eyes narrowing as the four shadowy figures advanced toward them. The sword helen held in her hands glinted in the faint moonlight as she held it ready, her stance firm. She shot a quick glance back at Junior and Emma.
"Your Majesty, stay back. Protect Emma," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argunt.
"Helen, you can't fight all of them alone!" Junior protested, stepping forward, but Helen raised her hand, stopping him.
"Your safety cos first, Prince Junior. That's my duty," she said without turning her head. "I'll hold them off. Keep her safe."
Junior clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he watched Helen step forward, her blade ready to face the assassins.
His frustration boiled within him ,he hated the helplessness that pinned him down. Biting his lip, he silently cursed his lack of power. He knew that staying would only burden Helen further, and the thought of being a liability twisted in his chest.
After a few tense monts, he looked at Helen, his voice trembling yet resolute. "Please stay safe, Helen. Don't die." His words carried the weight of his guilt and worry, and his eyes t hers, silently pleading.
Helen turned her head slightly, giving him a faint smirk despite the tension in the air. "I don't plan on it, Your Majesty," she said firmly. "Now go. Protect her."
Junior nodded, swallowing his pride and stepping back. He reached for Emma, pulling her behind him protectively. Emma clutched his arm, her face pale with fear as she watched Helen face the assassins alone.
As Helen took her stance, the air grew heavier.
The first shadow figure lunged without hesitation, his dagger aid straight for Helen's chest. She sidestepped quickly, her blade flashing as she parried the attack. Sparks flew as tal clashed against tal, and she spun gracefully, slashing at her attacker. The shadow figure barely dodged, stumbling backward.
Two more assassins rushed her from opposite sides. Helen ducked low, their blades slicing the air above her head. With a quick twist, she brought her sword upward, forcing them to retreat montarily. Her movents were precise and fluid, but the sheer number of enemies made it clear this wasn't going to be easy.
"You're outnumbered," one of the assassins hissed, his voice low and nacing.
Helen smirked, gripping her sword tightly. "I've faced worse odds," she said, charging at him.
Her blade clashed with his, the force of her swing driving him back. She spun around, narrowly dodging another assassin's knife aid at her back. Using the montum, she landed a swift kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling.
But the fight was far from over. The assassins regrouped, circling her like predators. One threw a series of throwing knives, which Helen deflected with her blade. Another rushed in low, attempting to sweep her legs. She leapt over the attack and countered with a slash, grazing his arm.
Behind her, Junior watched the fight with clenched fists. He could see the strain beginning to show on Helen's face. Her movents, though still sharp, were becoming slower. Fatigue was setting in.
"Helen!" Junior called out, taking a step forward. "You don't have to do this alone!"
"I said stay back!" Helen shouted, her voice carrying both command and desperation. She deflected another strike, this one coming dangerously close to her shoulder. "If you get hurt, everything will be for nothing!"
Emma tugged on Junior's sleeve, her voice trembling. "Junior, she's struggling. She can't keep this up forever."
One of the assassins, taking advantage of Helen's montary distraction, charged at her with surprising speed. She barely managed to block his blade, the impact forcing her to take a step back. Another attacker followed, slashing at her side. She twisted away, but not before the tip of his blade tore through her sleeve, leaving a shallow cut on her arm.
Helen's breaths ca heavier now, and sweat dripped down her brow. The fight was wearing her down. She tightened her grip on her sword, her knuckles white.
"I won't let you harm them," she growled, forcing herself to stand tall.
The assassins seed to sense her fatigue, their movents growing bolder. One feinted left while another attacked from the right. Helen blocked one strike but was forced to roll away to avoid the other, her movents slowing.
Just as one of the shadowy figures leapt toward her, his blade aid for her heart, a loud "clang" echoed through the air. A second sword intercepted the attack.
Helen's eyes widened in relief as two knights rushed into the fray, their armor gleaming even in the dim light. "We're here, Prince Junior!" one of them shouted, pushing the assassin back with a heavy swing.
The other knight stepped in front of Helen, blocking another attack aid at her. "Apologies for the delay, My Prince, Helen. We'll take it from here."
Helen, panting and clutching her wounded arm, nodded weakly. "Took you long enough," she muttered, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite her exhaustion.
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