Loosing Grounds

The horizon burned with the orange glow of the setting sun. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of fire and blood. Scarlett stood at the edge of the battlefield, her chest heaving as she surveyed the destruction. Every nerve in her body screamed for rest, but there was no time to stop. Grayson would retaliate soon, and they had to stay ahead of him.

Nathan approached, his bow slung across his back and his face shadowed with exhaustion.

 "We bought ourselves some time, but barely. His forces won't take this lying down."

Scarlett turned to him, her jaw tightening. 

"Then we make sure this isn't just a delay. We need to push harder, hit him where he doesn't expect."

Margot stepped forward, wiping blood from her blade. 

"We're running low on resources and even lower on manpower. If we're going to hit him, it has to count."

Scarlett nodded, her gaze hardening.

 "Then let's make it count."