An Evolving Foe - Part 3

"Rested?" Vol asked after a time. He gave his men a brief, appraising glance, and asked that question of his officers. It was Harland that answered it.

"We have rested to what degree we can," Harland said, hiding nothing. His complexion was pale. Exhaustion did not begin to describe the state of him. "Some of us seem unlikely to gain much more by rest, though…"

It was clear who he was referring to. Made more evident by the touch of weakness that entered his voice. Vagrin, and Jev had been such integral parts of their lives for so long, and now it seemed that they would die here, no matter what strategy was concocted.

"Do not wait on me," Jev said, pulling himself to his feet, trying to display his strength, even if he wasn't fooling a single one of them. "My knee isn't going to pull itself back together the longer we wait. Besides, I reckon I can snatch up a few more of them in this charge, eh?"

"…Mhm," Vol said, eyeing him carefully.