A ringing filled your ears, the screams of your fellow Scouts echoing from around you.

Your face was pressed into the mud, your side ripped open and bleeding. In too much pain to get up, you laid there, listening to cacophony of titans and humans as they battled. Slowly, though, the battlefield quieted, leaving you in silence with nothing but your slowly darkening thoughts.

Is this the end...? You thought as you felt the last of your life ebb out of you.

Just as your vision grew dark and you felt the cold grip of death beckoning closer, two warm hands picked up your dying body.

Through a haze of blood and dirt, you barely made out a flash of blonde hair before your body gave up and slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing you felt was a warm body pressed against yours, reminding you that you weren't dead.

Not yet, at least.