Author's Note: I am not really sure where this is going or even if I should continue but I hope you enjoy it anyway :)
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The taste of blood in your mouth, bitter, but you are used to it by now.
The smell of fire in your nostrils, burning, so you keep your mouth shut.
The sound of war in the distance, muffled, so far away and yet so close.
The feeling of adrenaline in your veins, racing, and you appreciate its power.
The touch of enemy hand on yours, cold, and your heart skip a beat.
The sight of his teeth, a flash of white in the darkness; a promise, which you swiftly try to shatter.
In vain.
Your consciousness is slipping, slowly, and your mind is screaming as he holds you closer still. You know the night will end badly for one of you.