A Thousand Cuts

A thousand cuts couldn't dim the pleasure I felt when Demon Bird soared through the skies and showed me the fields beneath. I sat with my back to a wall hiding from men and ferals alike. The ferals had broken through on several occasions and the men just pissed me off with their whining.

The captain had been killed and one of his sergeants was in charge, but this man failed to stand up to the mayor who was a terrible leader. The civilians fought hard and many died. Some took ferals with them, other died uselessly and yet others ran and hid in their homes. 

I was exhausted. My head rested on my shoulder in a corner near the lake. "Show me the lake," I asked Demon Bird and he swooped. I didn't need to watch the orks and I could rest. The bird would be my eyes and I'd sent Carney home to bed. She'd barely had any sleep for a couple of days.