The Fight Inside The Exodus

(Forty-One Against Seven)

…On five, off four, on six, off three - they counted in their heads,
On twelve, off two, on fifteen, off eight counting in the bloodshed.

They’d prepared themselves in the morning,
When the enemy pushed through the door,
But the seven young men without warning,
Would spill the enemy’s blood on the floor.

The anti-gravity chamber doors unlocked,
And in four seconds ten of the men rushed in,
But when the engines whirred the doors locked,
The enemy didn’t know what was happening.

Their feet suddenly came off the ground,
As they saw the seven standing steadily,
They looked puzzled as they flew around,
While swords were unsheathed readily.

The other men were stuck behind the door,
Trying to push through but it was no use,
The magnets were strong and yet even more,
Those inside were up in the air feeling confused.

Then the engines quit and they fell down,
That’s when Elio and Robels drew blood,
Their swords swung so fast all around,
Four of them fell hard with a thud.

One of them fell back blocking the door,
While the others pushed hard to get in,
But the body was heavy on the floor,
As they struggled, the seven were set in.

Marte let an arrow fly from across the room,
Penetrating a tall barbarian on the throat,
But after three seconds the magnets resumed,
And all of their bodies again began to float.

The trickles of blood then started to drift up,
Their eyes rose and that’s when they spotted,
Joven floating down slowly then quickly struck
When the gravity turned on just like he plotted.

Then in three seconds eight more walked through,
But the magnets again locked the others out,
This time the seven began to fly around too,
Confusing the enemy with all kind of doubt.

Lobos counted in his head for twelve seconds,
As the barbarians tried to chase them down,
Suddenly they lost footing then reckoned,
The wolf looking man had not made a sound.

The twelve barbarians landed back on their feet,
Lobos simply stared at them hanging off the wall,
When the gravity came on for a two second repeat,
That’s when Lobos jumped and whistled a call.

Fifteen: suspended in mid-air they looked scared,
Their stomachs turned not knowing what this was,
As Lobos grinned his blade had been prepared,
Forty-one against seven - Lobos liked on the odds.

In those eight seconds when the gravity was on,
Toledo Vale let out huff and swung a heavy chain,
Breaking some ankles and then called upon
Lobos the “wolfman” to deal some real pain.

Lobos ducked as a barbarian swung and missed,
Three of them were converging on the wild man,
But Marte got one as the arrow quickly whizzed,
Just as the Lobos swung and beheaded a man.

One of the barbarians swung back at wolfman,
Striking him on the side and the armor split,
That’s when Simon and Elio quickly began,
To swing at the others and landing some hits.

But the gravity went into zero for five seconds,
As the rest of the barbarians were now inside,
Their feet off the floor now they felt threatened,
When they noticed Joven above in a slow glide.

Off: Some of the landed hard on the metal,
The young men had exactly four seconds to attack,
Marte flew another arrow and hit like the devil,
As Robels struck another Barbarian on the back.

On: Lobos’ blood from his side drifted upward,
A savage was choking him with his bare hands,
Both of their bodies floated feeling awkward,
But that’s when Lobos next assault began.

His daggers pierced the savage right in the neck,
As they landed again back on their feet,
As two more ran up to him but failed to check,
Toledo Vale swung the chain to their defeat.

Off: Joven, the smallest and quickest of them all,
Had severed a savage arm but was now in danger,
As four enemy swords closed on him by the wall,
But Elio was quick to rescue the teenager.

Elio hit one of them just right below the knee,
As an arrow hit another on the back of the head,
One turned around hitting Elio in the teeth,
Joven swung hard and dropped another one dead.

Joven was about to hit by the fourth when he noticed,
Robels threw a dagger hard at the man’s neck,
But the gravity turned off and so then it floated,
Joven began to count in his head for another sec.

The barbarian seeing Joven’s eyes toward his back,
Turned and saw the blade slowly pass him by,
That’s when Joven reached and then whack,
Joven stuck the blade right into the man’s eye.

On: Simon’s sword struck another sword creating a spark,
He was fast but he was about to attacked from behind,
That’s when Marte let an arrow fly hitting his mark,
And Simon’ sharp steel cut through the other’s man spine.

On five, off four, on six, off three - they counted in their heads,
On twelve, off two, on fifteen, off eight fighting without dread.

Elio’s face was now bleeding profusely,
Yet he still fought without any pause or rest,
Robels previously wounded now swung loosely,
Then two barbarians struck him in the chest.

Upon seeing Robels struck and brought down,
Toledo Vale hit one man in the head with the chain,
And as the metal floated into the air with a frown,
He drew his blade with a fury he wouldn’t contain.

Three men charged Toledo Vale suddenly slowed,
Their feet again came off the ground again,
They were beginning to catch on so they strode,
But upon landing Toledo Vale struck all of them.

Four men more men rushed him in a loud clangor,
But Marte’s arrow hit one just below the thigh,
Toledo Vale threw himself on the floor with anger,
Severing one at the knee as the latter let out a cry.

But one struck Toledo Vale on the side of this arm,
The blade stuck into his muscle as he grunted,
Joven’s daggers now flew with panic and alarm,
Catching one of savages now being hunted.

Then they all began to float again blood and all,
Joven was back up on the chains fuming and livid,
As the savages tried to reach him in the squall,
Marte dealt death that was severe and wicked.

When they landed again back on their feet,
Simon so cunning has been so clandestine,
As the men suddenly felt a sudden defeat,
When Simon’s sword spilled their intestines.

But suddenly an arrow struck Simon in the leg,
Their archer had missed from a few feet away,
Marte prayed to his god and quickly begged,
To let this arrow find its mark through the fray.

The arrow flew but floated right before it hit,
The archer caught it bare handed with a tight grip,
Marte smiled as he hovered rising like a spirit,
The archer cut his hand with the poisoned tip.

Two barbarians approached Marte very slowly,
But Marte saw Joven flying gently through the air,
His sword raised above his head brash and boldly,
As the gravity turned on midflight somewhere

Joven’s blade split the barbarian’s head open,
While Marte drove his bow into the other’s gut,
Marte and Joven on eachother’s signals unspoken,
Dismembered the barbarian somewhat.

But one of the biggest who had killed on of them,
Had struck a blade into Lobos stomach as well,
Although Elio had tried he couldn’t drop him,
As the giant looked like something out of hell.

Marte let his last arrow hitting another savage,
Who was about to strike Simon in the back,
Yet Toledo Vale bleeding would still ravage,
Still not down took one more on his attack.

The giant struck Elio on his side piercing him,
Elio drifted away gently into the void of space,
Marte and Joven floated in a graceful swim,
To save their leader who they could not replace.

They caught Elio’s body in the nick of time,
But the wound was deep and he wouldn’t last,
Toledo Vale struck another one in the spine,
And then rushed toward them scared and fast.

Simon cut one severing him at the throat,
But not before he was cut in the abdomen,
And yet as Simon tried to walk he began to float,
Losing count he felt these were his last moments.

The giant barbarian charged the two young men,
Who were trying to save their platoon leader,
Toledo Vale too lost count in all the mayhem,
He looked at them not knowing what to do either.

Lobos still bleeding dragged himself with great strain,
Simon cut in his gut kept pressing to save them,
Toledo Vale wounded again picked up the chain,
As Robels body floated like the other men.

But the biggest Barbarian still stood his ground,
One against five but three of them hurt badly,
He had begun to count as well but in this round,
Joven had another idea that just as madly.

Joven found the count turned to Marte and said,
“Give me a lift” as he ran and jumped into the air,
Marte lifted him and Joven went above the giant’s head,
Just as Toledo Vale swung the chain with flair.

But the giant caught the chain slowly in mid-air,
As Lobos and Simon charged him to strike him down,
The giant now knew the counts and struck the pair,
Their swords were no match to his ax pound for pound.

Marte approached him to cut him with his blades,
The giant released the chain and punched him the face,
Then he took the heavy ax to put them in their graves,
But Toledo Vale struck in the spine with a deadly pace.

Yet the giant would not fall, he still stood tall,
As all their bodies again began to float,
His giant hands clutched at Toledo Vale in the thrall,
His fingers trying to press at his throat.

Simon then drifted to him to try push the sword,
As the ax now began to fall on to the floor,
Lobos took his blade and without a single word,
Drove into his belly for more blood to pour.

Then they landed back, all four on their feet,
The giant still standing grabbed Simon by his hair,
Lobos tried to tackle him to get him off his feet,
But the giant was on some drug with a demon glare.

Marte then charged him and cut him at the knees,
That’s when all five landed with a massive thud,
Then they removed their blades to be at ease,
As all their bodies were covered in crimson blood.

The giant was still breathing with a furious seething,
As his body again began to float off the ground,
His eyes wide on whatever drug he’d been receiving,
Was still trying to rise and would still not calm down.

But then he looked up and saw Joven in the air,
He was hanging from the ceiling like a crow,
Joven has been counting somewhere up there,
Dangling, waiting, ready to strike to final blow.

Joven fell through the air gently like a feather,
The blade over his head shined in the light,
As the gravity turned on under the pressure,
Joven fell six feet striking with a cruel spike.

The sword pierced the giant right through the heart,
Driving the blade deep in the chest up to the hilt,
Joven’s body falling hard had hit his last mark,
They’d kill forty-one men without doubt or guilt.

They were all bloodied, tired and in great pain,
One dead, one dying and the rest cut to shreds,
But they had survived, the enemy had been slain,
Forty-one each of them counted in their heads.