Chapter 171: WILLIAM: Battle of Clontarf East
"Ugh..." When William opened his eyes, he failed to recognize his surroundings. "What the hell happened...?"
An explosion happened, he would come to realize, sending everything and everyone wayward. He remembered a commotion at the very front—screams if his memory served him correct—and then...darkness? Yes, he remembered a dark purple-black explosion, the players around him flying, and nothing else.
Nothing else even though there was something else. He was forgetting something crucial and he didn’t know it.
Getting up, head to his temple, William groaned and peered at his surroundings. "Where am I...?" His vision was slightly blurred, though he was able to make out the sand underneath his feet.
He promptly froze when he heard a whir in the air. He looked up and saw a sky full of flaming arrows, as though the clouds themselves had decided to punish him.
’Oh, no. Equip!’
His axe summoned in his hand and he yelled, "Whirlwind Strike!" The wind of his axe made an arc that protected him for the many arrows coming at him. Hundreds, if not thousands of arrows dropped into the sand, and William wasn’t sure how he would follow up.
There were ships. Hundreds of them. The Orkney Vikings and players were coming. ’Shit, shit, shit!’ He glanced up and saw another rain of arrows.
’Shit!’
As an arrow penetrated the shoulder of his thick tunic, William understood where he was: Clontarf East, a shore of Dublin Bay. It wasn’t just him either. Hundreds of soldiers had been displaced, yelling as they fought back against the arrows. At the corner of his eye, he saw Max and those other Templars, Boyan, Finley, and Harrison. Everybody was fighting in confusion. Everybody didn’t understand how they got here.
’Shit, shit, shit! This is bad! So bad! Unh!’ Another flaming arrow hit his shoulder. ’What the hell happened!? One minute, we were waiting for the front gates to break and now we’re in Dublin Bay!? How!? It shouldn’t be possible!’