“Are you ready to make a break for it?” Turtlecrack asked. “We make for the water!”
Stillbush sighed. “I just wish we weren’t gonna die virgins.”
Tears came to Turtlecrack’s eyes. “I know. But sometimes you can’t get what you want. Sometimes you die with your dreams unfulfilled. But if you think about it, that’s what makes this world a special place. We have our lives, our short, pathetic little lives, to try and make our dreams come true, and that’s it. Nothing else. And if it weren’t hard to fulfill those dreams, then would they be worth fulfilling? Would they be special if they were guaranteed?”
Stillbush shook his head. “No.”
“Then just know that, as we die, it’s not our fault we’re virgins. It’s the world’s! It’s the hobbs, the Steeldoom’s, the hobbs, and Learnwise’s for taking Applethrow! It’s not our fault we failed, Stillbush, it’s everyone else’s!”
And thusly inspired, they locked eyes, and nodded. They charged out from their cover, crying out like warriors, making their way to the bloodied waters.
“THIS ISN’T PROTECTING ME AT ALL!” Wendy screamed. She was crouched down on the wagon, which was bounding out and off the bridge through the line of pikemen, who gave way for it. Two pikemen stood on the wagon, slaying any hobgoblin who got too close. Valiance threw a barrel of beer at the hobbs, bowling them over, sending several into the water where the carp feasted. The knights took the opening carved by the wagon and slaughtered all the hobgoblins within reach. Then, in unison, they rode straight for the archers, who realized too late what was headed for them.
“Back to the fort! Back to the fort!” Turtlecrack yelled. “We’re not gonna die after all!”