Lazarre and Ferrin swiftly made their way out of the underground tunnel while everyone was otherwise occupied. As they progress deeper and deeper, only a few metres away from freedom and going scot-free, he battles a niggling guilt at what he has done. He was only a soldier following orders but the whole affair had left a slimy taste in his mouth. He feels like a coward, like he stabbed someone in the back and is running before they can retaliate.
Why couldn't his father had just fought them on equal ground? With the harpies, he could have won the battle anyway. But he had wanted to make a big statement, that the power that has aided them since the beginning of time can be take away by him at his will. The statement has been made. The sheer numbers of the men, the Amazons becoming averag
