Xilliad was filled with inner turmoil; the smartest, most logical, and best decision tactically would be to retreat... his Imperial blood. The Nordic side of him, however, urged him to fight on, to avenge the Harbinger who treated him so well, to win glory in the eyes of the gods, to keep the honor of the Companions.
His line of thought was jarred as another vampire charged at him. The vampire swung a beautiful sword at him... the blade of a fallen Companion. Xilliad blocked the swing and followed up by slicing the vampire's head off. He grabbed the sword off of the fallen body.
He looked into the etching of the blade; time seemed to slow down.
It had been the blade of a senior Companion. The Companions were losing almost all of their leadership, their members. If they continued to fight, their order would end here, in this battle...
That realization brought Xilliad to the decision he knew had to be made.
He raised the blade over his head and waved it around. "Retreat! People of Whiterun, retreat! We must escape while we can! Companions, to me!" His original three fellow Companions formed up with him, along with a dozen others; guards, adventurers, other Companions.
"To the gate! We must clear a path for the people!" Xilliad motioned the blade forward, willing his comrades forward, slaying any Vampires foolish enough to stand in their way.
Together, they hacked, they slashed, the let loose volleys of arrows. The vampires were confident at first, but soon, they backed away from them in fear, despite their numbers. Xilliad led the charge to the gate, his shield of Ebony filling the air with an aura of fear, inspiring his comrades, frightening his foes.
The reached the gate, where several guards and Companions were already struggling against a small horde of vampires and thralls. With their new reinforcements, they fought with renewed vigor; eventually, the gate house was freed and back under control.
With the troops rallied, Xilliad had those still remaining keep the gate under control until, finally, it seemed they had rescued all that could be saved.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Retreat! The city is lost! People of Whiterun, retreat!"
And with that, the survivors of Whiterun fled the city. Xilliad, Kili, Fili, and Evelea fled decided to head East, toward Windhelm...
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