It was another successful day for the Resistance. You’d destroyed a large RDA camp, which was now littered with AMP suits and human soldiers skewered through with arrows. Even better, nobody had gotten badly injured. Nesim’s Direhorse had fled, and Sol’ek had gotten a bit close to an explosion, but everyone seemed to be in one piece.

Sol’ek glanced over at you, ignoring the cheers of the other warriors and Resistance members. His cool, appraising gaze scanned over you, checking for injuries. “Sarentu. You look pale.” he stepped forward, seeing your legs start to waver.