DG nodded, only wanting air. She would worry about the rest once she had oxygen back in her system.

He released her throat. Fresh air entered her lungs. His hand still covered her mouth, keeping her from screaming.

Cain spun on his heals, drawing his pistol. "Let her go."

DG felt the cold of the metal gun from her captor against her skull, "Put the gun down before I plant a bullet in her skull."

"Let her go, first." Cain replied.

"I have your entire regiment surrounded. Drop your gun before I order them all to open fire. And it'll start with her." he ordered.

Cain's eyes shifted from the man holding DG, to DG herself. Her eyes shown only fear for the others in their regiment, not for herself. He nodded and dropped his pistol.

"Excellent. Now, we're going to talk about the conditions of your surrender." he said.

"You're talking to the wrong person then." Cain replied. He nodded his head towards DG.

"Then so be it." He released her mouth, but held her throat. Tight enough to where she couldn't move, but still breath. "Guess what Princess, you're the voice of surrender."

"You know you're just as stupid as you sound. Neither one of us have the authority to make that call." DG replied.

"I don't care who's going to make the call. But you will surrender, or there will be one less Gale." he explained. He looked up at Cain, "Now, you're going to go tell whoever is in charge, to surrender. And be sure to let him know we have the Princess."

"Cain if you do that, I swear I'll kill you myself." DG threatened.

Cain looked from DG to the man behind her. He took a step back. DG glared at him. She shook her head.

The man cocked the gun, "You're running out of time."

"Screw this." DG said. She elbowed the man in the stomach. He doubled over in pain. DG knocked the gun of his hand and pick it up.

Cain retrieved his gun and pulled DG back.

Suddenly the air filled with gunfire. Cain and DG both ducked. The man in front of them stood, trying to escape. DG aimed and fired. The man dropped to the ground in front of them. They started heading back to the camp.

Not two second later did Cain lose sight of DG out of the corner of his eye. A heart shattering scream filled his ears. Cain turned back to see DG on her knees. Her gun was on the ground. She held her harm close to her chest.

"DG!" Cain dropped back. He knelt next to her. He touched her right arm, she pulled back.

DG seethed in pain, clutching her arm. She slowly lowered her left hand, revealing it to Cain. Even in the dead of night, Cain knew the sight of blood. It overflowed on DG's hand and stained her shirt and jacket. The bullet had lodge itself in her elbow.

"Damn, hold it tight. We need to control the bleeding." Cain said.

"Use…my scarf." DG stammered. She turned her head from the sight of her elbow. She never had been squeamish at the sight of blood. However, the rapid loss of her blood and the cold night only made it worse for her to stay conscious.

Cain took notice of her uneasiness as he took her scarf. "Keep talking kid."

Dg listened to the gunfire. The amount of gunfire had lessened soon after it began. It didn't make DG feel better, "How bad do you think they surprised us?"

Cain lifted DG's hand for a split second to cover her elbow with the scarf. She groaned in pain. "If I know these men, they won't be outgunned at any time."

The gunfire ceased moments later. DG lifted her head and looked around. She could hear men hollering orders and scattering around. Lights came from camp. Neither knew who was coming.

"Hold it tight and stay low." Cain ordered. They ducked low into the trench.

DG held her bandaged elbow as tight as she could. The blood slowly seeped through the thin material of her scarf.

The footsteps and yelling became louder. Cain cocked his gun and waited for the light to be almost on top of them. He stood and raised his gun. DG suspected the others were doing the same thing.

"General!"

Cain lowered his gun back into his holster. "Major."

"Are you injured?" he asked.

"No, but the Princess is. Get her to the infirmary now!" Cain ordered. He helped DG to her feet and out of the trench.

"Yes sir." the Major replied.

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