Huff. Huff.
Air was growing thin in my lungs, but I persisted. We were pushing forward, and many mercenaries roared with some vigor I found... inspiring. They stomped ahead and plunged their weapons into the beasts.
But me? I was getting tired. Tired as hell.
Even when Kassie and I fought the Apes' grandpas, we never had to go for one hell of a marathon on a stretch. First of all, there were usually no amounts larger than seven at once. And with Kassie around, it was always done in like two, maximum of three to four minutes.
Now that she wasn't here, I wasn't sure how long we'd been going for. But I did know that the sun was tender before — now it was somewhat harsh, burning onto the side of my face.
Tristan controlled our part of the wagons surprisingly well. He was sharp enough to know when someone would soon be out and would immediately call for the person to be withdrawn.
