The shouts and cries of war. Everything around you was turning to shit. Everything was going bad. You and the rest of the seven were fighting the giants, it was going good at first. You were slicing through the giants throat. Killing any giant or monster that came your way.

But then you got attacked by behind, something that was your weak spot. You work hard on the front and what’s happening in front of you that you completely forget what’s behind you. You got stabbed from behind.

You stumble forward and before you could react and turn around the monsters dust, the only thing that remained of it. Was spreading on the ground. And there behind you was an arrow. In front of you was Frank. The son of Mars was there with his bow still in shooting position.

He quickly started shooting any monster that came close to you. Soon when there wasn’t any monster close, he sprinted to you and sat you down. He was breathing heavily and his hands were shaking slightly, it was impressive how he could shoot even though stress.

He was focused on your wound than anything that was happening behind him. “Does it hurt? Are you ok? Do you think you can walk?” He was stumbling on his words. He was clearly nervous.