A Little bit Slow

We saw no other option, but to follow.

Even if we were hopelessly outmatched, how could we sit by and watch the destruction from the sidelines.

We did not even need a meeting as we could tell that everyone felt the same way.

Still that did not make it any easier. 

Looking at my left hand, I could see my white knuckles as my hand gripped my bow tightly, inside  my chest, my heart beat a mile a minute and the hair on my body stood sharply at attention.

As we followed the fiery footprints in the ground, we remained silent. We had never been good at stealth, but April's new upgraded shadows, helped muffle the signs of travel. A few moved ahead of us, removing twigs and branches from our path, while others muffled the noises we made.