77. Irreplaceable.

Alexander.

Several sounds of boots opening the grasses as they matched further... Their steps, inaudible, their backs hunched above the spiked bushes, night breeze securing their exposure, the smell of bronze, the movement of hand signals, their heated breaths, amidst them all he was trapped, cowering amongst mighty men. Their glistening orbs focused on the outskirts, seeking, waiting for a signal, hunting for a smell...