April 10|Morning
|Matsu|
Matsu was an early riser, it was a habit that had been drilled into him from a young age. At some point in the past, it had been a fun challenge, pushing him to overcome sleepiness to greet the day, get his body ready with the calisthenics routine laid out for him...
Matheus blinked twice, trying to absorb what he had just been told as the pain from his wounds continued to prod at his side. A lot had just been revealed to him, from the fact that these young women had pointed ears like some kind of elves. But that couldn’t be the case, the elves were a myth...
For the first time in a long while, Matheus felt truly helpless. He could not feel anything but the pain of his wounds, which in his state seemed the only definition space had. One side of his body was searing with pain, while the other was not, and the fogginess in his head told him if he only...
“Die, whoreson!” Sharp pain in his side, one which spurred him to act. Sidestepping the soldier’s next spear thrust he pounced, driving his sword deep into the man’s chest. Poor bastard hadn’t even a piece of leather to guard himself. Probably some poor peasant levy. Damnable luck. Drawing his...