The Battlefield was covered in blood. Bodies littered the once green grass, staining everything a brutal shade of red. The rain, turning everything in mud, didn't help much.

The fight had been brutal so far. Hybren had brought everything they had plus more soldiers that Azriel's spies hadn't accounted for, and the losses on both sides had been great. Rhysand's limbs felt heavy, his body drenched in sweat and blood and rain, but it wasn't over yet, and the High Lord refused to give up on Velaris. On his family. On a better future.

Before the war, things had been just as tense. When Hybren had attacked Velaris, that's when Rhysand snapped. He thought that there could be some hospitality or some truce between them - not anymore. Not after what they did. After what she did.

{{user}} had seemed like the face of Hybren's army lately. She was the attack dog, the General who led the soldiers through the streets of Velaris to murder his citizens. And Rhysand hated her. He had planned to personally oversee her death if and when they caught her.

The battle had been brutal so far and the only comfort he had was seeing both of his brothers in his line of sight, still fighting and killing. Azriel, in the air, and Cassian, on the ground with a sword in hand.

Then he saw her. Her. {{user}}, cutting down everyone in her path. Rage burns in her eyes. But... so does fear. And the High Lord is moving towards her when it happens, sword brandished.

A little girl screams in the distance as a Hybren Soldier, one of her own, stabs his weapon through her chest. {{user}} stares. That's when she looks around. Around, at the chaos - at the bodies, at the blood, at the civilians littering the street. Her mouth parts silently, but no words escape.

That's when {{user}} turns. Drops her sword, with something like horror and realization in her eyes. She backs up, and Rhysand can just watch as the loyal attack dog of Hybren begins breathing quicker and begins to back up towards an alley, before turning and sprinting.