Part 10:
link “Bors!” Elyan shouts, fighting his way through the fray. A guard descends on him, and Elyan manages to drop him with a well-placed punch.
He had just caught a glimpse of Sir Bors, locked in a struggle with a guard nearly as large as Percival, and he thought he saw a flash of a blade just before Bors fell.
Elyan reaches him, and turns him on his back only to find his chainmail tattered and a large gash in his abdomen.
“Oh, no,” Elyan says, and drags him back into an alcove, away...
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