He didn't think that the moors were just as dangerous as the grounds he treaded upon to get here. He didn't think that stepping out of camp would lead to utter doom. But he didn't think it would come to this. Not with his mind tattered and broken as it were. There were too many of them and despite his own side he knew already that this was not a fight that he was going to win. Shaking legs continued to hold up a bloodied and bruised body. Panting whistling breath rasped in his own ears.
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