The Last Spartan

[Acalewia]

He ran. Everything depended on his speed. His brothers were behind him, he could hear the clash of their swords against those of the raiders and the screams of the wounded. How some of them broke through their defenses, he'd never know. His heart raced. He would never forgive himself if something happened to his family. It was for them he had left the Spartans, the group of elite warriors that protected Aluten. Wood smoked reached his nostrals. The screams of his children and wife reached his ears
No! Oh, God! No! His house was burning. A Spartan that had reached the house before him lay face down, blood staining the ground around him. He cut down three of the raiders before they knew he was there.
"Hannah!?" he screamed.
"Papa!" one of his daughters screamed.
"Run!" A knife found the neck of one of the raiders. His eldest daughter was reveiled when the man fell. "Mary! Gather your sisters, brother and mother and make for the town. Go! As fast as your feet will carry you!"
"Yes, father," He felt a sword bit into his side, causing him to cry out in pain. He spun and killed the offender, along with one who was aiming for his neck. There were too many. Never surrender. He would never make it out of this fight without spilling most of his blood. As he turned, he saw the sight that turned his blood cold. His youngest daughter was covered in blood and lying lifeless on the ground. His wife screamed. They wouldn't make it out of there.
"Run!" Hannah screamed to her surviving daughters. "Run!" As he watched, Mary was cut down as she ran. More pain as he received more wounds. His third daughter fell. Hannah clutched the baby, their only son, to her chest. His head was swiming. He was loosing too much blood. Hannah fell, the baby screaming. He became blood-drunk, hacking and slashing. His family! His life! His fell. The raiders began to leave as he dragged himself toward his wife. His viion was becoming blurry. He put a hand on Hannah's lifless body and let the darkness take him.