The helmet rang against his skull as the swordsman brought another blow down upon him. “Shields up Torin!” The familiar sound of the captains words filled his mind. *What an ass* Torin thought as he followed the advice, good as it maybe. Lighting fast he struck with his short sword gashing a red wound into his enemy and killing him. All around him his brothers in arms were driving the small force of raiders away from the camp. The pain in his thigh returning. “Damn arrows” He looked down at it blood ran down his leg, screams and, the song of steel on steal flowed around him. The galloping of hooves flying up from behind. He turned in time to see the large palfrey run headlong into him. With a final jolt of pain his head hits the ground and slowly fades to black.
Inhaling sharply a lean bearded man jolts up. “Gahhh!” Torin grabs as his side. Pain having just bolted though his side. “You might want to be careful with that” laughed w woman from the other side of the tent. Looking over, he watches as she rings out some bandages. “I didn’t think you would be waking up for at least another day” she said as she walked over to the bed. As she sat Torin couldn’t help notice her the white tunic draped off her shoulder. “Errr, how long have I been out for?” He inquired. “Only the night, you came in here pretty bad” She replied, poking him playfully.