San Siveia - Walls
"Seventeen days." Matias voice was ornery, angry, and outright pissed off. "Nine fucking days we've been trapped behind these walls."
He let out a huffing sigh as he sat himself down against the parapet, sliding until he was on the ground and then reaching to rub at his face. Lips thinned as he shook his head and drew a heavy breath into his lungs. His eyes squeezed shut, and the loud rumbling of his stomach seemed to echo out loud enough for a man a few feet away to hear.
"How long is it going to take the rest of the Regiment to get here?" He asked quietly, knowing that no one around him really would be able to answer.
Harlowe, Felice, himself, and a few others from the Regiment had been sent to San Siveia near a month ago. A little after that that city had come under siege from a force ten times the size of it's own garrison. It had been seventeen days since the siege had fallen. Almost three weeks of being held on a leash, three weeks of being unable to escape the city walls.
They had tested the corridor which surrounded the city half a dozen times, had tried to break through in one spot or another, but each time they had either been overwhelmed or driven back.
There was no way out. Not until relief came.
Rations were getting short, and the city behind them was slowly beginning to starve. A few of the soldiers were already talking about surrender, though a hard stare from Vix had silenced all of them. He had no idea where his...mentor had gone now, likely talking to the Viscount about not yet raising the white flag of surrender.
This entire situation was as frustrating as he possibly could have put it. They were monsters, not cowering little dogs. Yet there was only twelve of them, and twelve against ten thousand...those were not numbers they could survive.
Matias leaned his head back. "Fuck me I'm hungry."
"Seventeen days." Matias voice was ornery, angry, and outright pissed off. "Nine fucking days we've been trapped behind these walls."
He let out a huffing sigh as he sat himself down against the parapet, sliding until he was on the ground and then reaching to rub at his face. Lips thinned as he shook his head and drew a heavy breath into his lungs. His eyes squeezed shut, and the loud rumbling of his stomach seemed to echo out loud enough for a man a few feet away to hear.
"How long is it going to take the rest of the Regiment to get here?" He asked quietly, knowing that no one around him really would be able to answer.
Harlowe, Felice, himself, and a few others from the Regiment had been sent to San Siveia near a month ago. A little after that that city had come under siege from a force ten times the size of it's own garrison. It had been seventeen days since the siege had fallen. Almost three weeks of being held on a leash, three weeks of being unable to escape the city walls.
They had tested the corridor which surrounded the city half a dozen times, had tried to break through in one spot or another, but each time they had either been overwhelmed or driven back.
There was no way out. Not until relief came.
Rations were getting short, and the city behind them was slowly beginning to starve. A few of the soldiers were already talking about surrender, though a hard stare from Vix had silenced all of them. He had no idea where his...mentor had gone now, likely talking to the Viscount about not yet raising the white flag of surrender.
This entire situation was as frustrating as he possibly could have put it. They were monsters, not cowering little dogs. Yet there was only twelve of them, and twelve against ten thousand...those were not numbers they could survive.
Matias leaned his head back. "Fuck me I'm hungry."