ommand there to split their forces and push through the city to defend and help those to the north.”
“Understood,” the messenger agreed and raced back out into the night.
Garll massaged her shoulder, looking out into the darkness past the main entry of the government building. She wondered at the extent of the c*****e. She wondered if her friends were all right.
A soldier stumbled in, hunched over.
“If you can walk, head to the right,” Garll instructed absent-mindedly.
“Good to see you, too.” Hants raised his head with a tired grin, his presence pulling Garll from her thoughts.
“Hants!” Garll sprinted over to the man. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve had better. I’ve had worse.” He slumped against her.
Garll caught sight of his back. It was in tatters. A deep gash ran from shoulder to wa
