"Son of a..."
Alwin pulled hard on the reigns of his horse, rearing it around and bolting off in the direction of the screams. But... there was something about it. He knew those voices. And they weren't the hollers of the battle hardened soldiers they came from.
Riding over a small hill, they saw well enough where the camp lay. And in its place was a great blaze. And there before it, he could see figures moving... fighting. Drawing closer with ever moment, he soon realized that they were not the first ones to return to camp. Tor and his party had returned, and it looked as though when they did they had found their unwelcome company lingering.
Though all of this, the ruined camp, the uncertain fates, this all at first filled his heart with dismay, with a deep breath he drew in his confidence and one thought crossed his mind.
"To the Captain!"
And behind him they called out together, "to the Captain!"
Tor swung his hammer down with a frantic urgency he'd never before known. Having come upon the camp in a ruined blaze, surrounded by the demons, and no sign of the Captain or Yvaine...
He'd gone into a frenzy.
He'd become so desperate that all sense seemed to leave him, try as he might to maintain it. But with the oaths given to men, some now dead and gone, pulling at his heart with every thundering beat, there was only one answer that would sate this immeasurable need in him. Though it was, to everyone's relief whether they realize it or not, that when Alwin, Olwynn and the rest of their party charged in and joined the fray, this desperation in him lessened some.
"Alwin," he called out as the young swordsman rode past with Olwynn at his side, "no sign of her!"
Alwin pulled hard on the reigns of his horse, rearing it around and bolting off in the direction of the screams. But... there was something about it. He knew those voices. And they weren't the hollers of the battle hardened soldiers they came from.
Riding over a small hill, they saw well enough where the camp lay. And in its place was a great blaze. And there before it, he could see figures moving... fighting. Drawing closer with ever moment, he soon realized that they were not the first ones to return to camp. Tor and his party had returned, and it looked as though when they did they had found their unwelcome company lingering.
Though all of this, the ruined camp, the uncertain fates, this all at first filled his heart with dismay, with a deep breath he drew in his confidence and one thought crossed his mind.
For the Captain.
For Yvaine.
He drew out his sword, holding it high, hollering out to the men and women riding alongside he and Olwynn. For Yvaine.
"To the Captain!"
And behind him they called out together, "to the Captain!"
Tor swung his hammer down with a frantic urgency he'd never before known. Having come upon the camp in a ruined blaze, surrounded by the demons, and no sign of the Captain or Yvaine...
He'd gone into a frenzy.
He'd become so desperate that all sense seemed to leave him, try as he might to maintain it. But with the oaths given to men, some now dead and gone, pulling at his heart with every thundering beat, there was only one answer that would sate this immeasurable need in him. Though it was, to everyone's relief whether they realize it or not, that when Alwin, Olwynn and the rest of their party charged in and joined the fray, this desperation in him lessened some.
"Alwin," he called out as the young swordsman rode past with Olwynn at his side, "no sign of her!"
Yvaine