Patchlock
"Justice Will be brought to the light."
It was an ambush. The entire enemy platoon had found a way to take us from behind. We fought as valiantly as we could, but it was ultimately in vain. To add to the pandemonium, the enemy launched its entire artillery onto the advancing troops, with no care as to whether they hit the enemy, or their own soldiers.
As you slice your way through the countless barbarians that blocked your path, you look over to your fiancé, well, not exactly, he hadn't promised to get married after the war was over, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Where he was supposed to be, but instead you saw a plume of smoke. It seemed he had been blown back by one of the blasts, or he had retreated, which should be expected out of an engineer. They weren't meant to fight, they were meant to repair the siege weapons.
You look around, calling his name in slight panic, but still trying to seem calm and collected. You're met with silence as an answer. The battle moved slightly further up the valley, so you took it as an opportunity to look for him.
"Wex!?" You call his name again. Nothing. Just as you gave into the hope that he had gotten out you see him. He's on the ground, grappling at a large piece of shrapnel that lie wedged into his leg. He seemed dazed, which is probably why he hadn't responded to the calls.
As you slice your way through the countless barbarians that blocked your path, you look over to your fiancé, well, not exactly, he hadn't promised to get married after the war was over, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Where he was supposed to be, but instead you saw a plume of smoke. It seemed he had been blown back by one of the blasts, or he had retreated, which should be expected out of an engineer. They weren't meant to fight, they were meant to repair the siege weapons.
You look around, calling his name in slight panic, but still trying to seem calm and collected. You're met with silence as an answer. The battle moved slightly further up the valley, so you took it as an opportunity to look for him.
"Wex!?" You call his name again. Nothing. Just as you gave into the hope that he had gotten out you see him. He's on the ground, grappling at a large piece of shrapnel that lie wedged into his leg. He seemed dazed, which is probably why he hadn't responded to the calls.
