The thin wooden platform stretched out before the duo, spanning the steep ditch. It was too small for more than two people to cross side-by-side.
“I can take two by myself,” Kor said, swinging his blade and trying to seem more confident than he was. “Easy.”
“Aye,” Krimhilda muttered, not feeling so optimistic. “The first two. And maybe the two after that.”
She looked out at the far side of the bridge where they swarmed, armor glinting like beetle shells, spears and axes clattering.
“But what about the other five hundred?”
They stood, waiting for the onslaught to begin.
Word Count: 99
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Adam Ickes for the photo prompt!