The sweet venom Chapter 11: 10

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The clash of swords echoed through the night, muffled by the cries of distress and the furious growls of the wild boars. Helia, still groggy from sleep, suddenly opened her eyes, disoriented, her heart racing as she heard the scream. "Repel them! Do not let any of them through!" At the same moment, Sir Aldric hastily entered her tent, his panic evident despite his discipline. "W-what is happening?" She stammered, still in shock. "Boars!" he replied quickly, grabbing the largest sword kept in the tent. He struggled to put on the metal corset of his armor with a trembling hand. "They've breached the barriers. Several of the men are down. I must go, but you... you must not leave this tent!" He added, looking at her with intensity. "Stay here, I will help them." Without waiting for a response, he rushed out of the tent, leaving her alone with her scattered thoughts. Immediately, she made her way to the entrance of the tent, lifting the canvas slightly to observe the scene outside. Only a few meters away, a horrifying sight met her eyes. A dozen men were attempting to control two giant wild boars. The beasts, enormous, had already wreaked havoc in the camp. Knights lay on the ground, injured or unconscious, and that was just part of what she could see. The fierce growls of the animals filled the night as a man struggled to rise, his legs trembling. She saw Sir Aldric running, with unwavering determination, toward one of the boars. He managed to sever one of its legs, narrowly saving an unarmored knight whom he shoved aside with a swift movement. But the creature wasn't so easily defeated, roaring in pain. Then, Leon burst onto the scene, unarmored but with shining bravery. He rushed toward the wounded animal, and with a powerful strike, decapitated it, ending its agony. She turned quickly, her eyes searching for the Prince in the fray. He was there, sword in hand, attempting to subdue the second boar with the help of several knights. They were patiently trying to create an opening, but the animal, maddened with rage, charged wildly, forcing everyone to defend themselves. The most urgent task was to survive the violent assaults of the beast. Several knights moved to encircle the creature, drawing its attention to the front, while others slipped behind, seeking an angle of attack. Finally, in perfect synchronization, the attacks were set: those at the front assaulted the beast, forcing it to turn around to defend itself. This movement gave the Prince the chance to rush to the side and use the opening to land the fatal blow. But at the last moment, the boar pivoted abruptly, faster than expected, and raised its claws in a violent motion. Prince Arthur, too close to dodge completely, froze. Suddenly, Leon, who had been at the front, rushed in to attack from the front, diverting the animal's attention. He managed to pull it away from him, but at the cost of a violent injury. The boar clawed him fiercely, throwing Leon back. Helia, frozen in place, relived in an instant the almost identical scene to the death of the red-haired knight during the journey. Her heart raced. The Prince screamed, a heart-wrenching cry. "Leon!" But he could not rush to his aid, for the boar, once enraged again, focused on him. He had no choice but to defend himself, his anger and despair intertwining with each movement. Helia, still motionless, felt something burning inside her. Without thinking, she reacted in a rush of pure adrenaline. She turned sharply, grabbed the flask of her preparation from the night before, as well as a glove. Still in her nightgown, hair disheveled, she rushed outside, her curls dancing in the cold wind as she slipped on the glove. Every step seemed to carry her as if her body acted without her consent. She ran with all her might toward Leon, lying on the ground. Sir Aldric saw her coming and shouted, shocked. "Miss! What are you doing?!" But she ignored him completely. Reaching Leon, she quickly bent over him. His eyes were half-