Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 10]

"Archers fall back!" I shouted, beheading the first and pushing its body back. "Everyone else move forwards. Kill them before they get over the walls!"

The men roared – or hysterically screamed – their approval, rushing forwards to meet the foe with myself at the front. As the Grimm struck and the killing began, the wooden walls soon became slick with blood and death.

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"The walls aren't going to last," Qrow said, grabbing me by the arm as I'd been about to run over and engage another Grimm. It took me a second to recognise him, so exhausted and lost in the fight was I. When I did, his words filtered into my mind and my eyes widened.

"Qrow? When did you get here?"

"I've been here half an hour," he said – looking like he was surprised I hadn't noticed. I'd been so focused on the battle, I'd barely perceived anything.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 10]