Silence, dread, determination. The adrenalin of a coming battle mixes with the deep calm of our village - a community of hunters used to fighting prey many times our size.
Still, I could not help but feel that this time, we were the focus of the hunt.
Archers nocked their arrows. Warriors raised their blades.
The battle of our lives commenced.
In the middle of battle - the fight felt magnificent.
Our strikes landed true. But the price of this small victory was far too great.
It was the only right decision - we could not let our villagers remain an open target. But even if we could leave swiftly, I wondered what good it would do to run.
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