A Cry to God

Raven clutched his wounds. He looked around at the scene surrounding him. It felt like time slowed as he watched the Ammary reinforcement crash into the attackers. He watched as one of his guards was unlucky, a blade piercing through his neck. Raising his hand on his waist, he looked, and it was dyed red. The crimson liquid rolled down his wrist under his armour, and looking at the sun, a bitter smile spread on his lips. He could see the desperate faces of the people around him working to make sure he lived, but Raven knew better.