The battle had broken out a little over an hour ago. The mud under my feet is sloshed and slippery as I take on opponent after opponent with Alaric and Steven by my side. I'm constantly wary of the ankle deep muck, making the terrain an absolute nightmare with fresh snow coating the ground and blood spilling all around me. Most of the warriors clinged to their human forms, battling with their weapons to reserve their strength for the hours to come. Sweat runs down my flushed face and into my close-hugging combat suit making it itchy and dirty. I never let go of my weapons, the jeweled red-rudy daggers, keeping them moving without rest or pause even when my muscles burned and my head swirled. I just keep driving the long daggers into bodies that Alaric and Steven send my way, then leaving t
