Corryn looked at the scattered corpses. Most of them had been mangled beyond recognition, but every now and then he'd see a face he knew. Their painfully vacant stares cut him deeper than any blade. Gingerly stepping around the bodies he made his way towards the man who'd saved his life. He could hear the mans breathing, harsh and ragged against the ominous quiet of the battle field. He'd done all he could but the mans injuries were severe, the arrow embedded in his chest and his crushed leg were way beyond Corryns abilities to heal. Corryn sighed, he could only wait and hope. It was then that he heard the trudge of another mans footsteps
He spun around to see the enemy soldier striding towards him. He rushed to his feet drawing the two slender daggers from their sheaths. His hands shook in silent terror. He hated it, every sickening moment, and the soldier was getting closer
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