Cuthbert watched all this with an equanimity which seemed frankly impossible. Admittedly, that was mostly because he didn't have many options. Even without an arrow in his belly, he was in no state to run, and fighting hardly seemed like an option in this case.
Instead, tucking his slingshot back into his belt, he shouted back over his shoulder, "Fall back! Back to the inner walls!"
And that left him, and the dead. And even then, he laughed, on the edge of hysteria. Of all the ways he'd expected to die today, this hadn't even made the list.
"Come-commala ka," he said again, under his breath, and started to hobble towards the Spectre, or rather towards the routing army beyond it. There was still work to do.
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Date: 2015-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)Instead, tucking his slingshot back into his belt, he shouted back over his shoulder, "Fall back! Back to the inner walls!"
And that left him, and the dead. And even then, he laughed, on the edge of hysteria. Of all the ways he'd expected to die today, this hadn't even made the list.
"Come-commala ka," he said again, under his breath, and started to hobble towards the Spectre, or rather towards the routing army beyond it. There was still work to do.