"Scouts are back, Isaac" Isabel said. Kora and Emile made it back to our camp.
"Took you long enough," I mocked Kora
"It's all this guy's fault, he's a complete psycho!" Kora argued
"Hey, don't judge.." Emile replied, hurt
"At least, I don't have the urge to slit every Gra guard's throat" Kora retorted
"Hey, stay focused here, what did you see?" I ended their argument.
"Altean forces are on the other side of that camp" Emile reported
"Survivors?"
"No, all dead were accounted for." Kora responded.
"Make contact with them, I'm taking all of my executives with me," I ordered.
"Alright, listen up, we got Altean forces on the other side of that Gra camp, I can't risk everyone like I did before so I'm taking you"
"That's even more suicidal!" Gabriel exclaimed.
"That why we use stealth" I responded.
"Now let's move," I ordered. It was already in the far into the night. We entered the perimeter of the camp,.
"Enemy patrol, Kora with me, we'll take are of them," I ordered. We crept up to the two soldiers in our way
"Night, night" Kora whispered as she ran through the Gra solider. I cut the second soldier's throat, as I light a cigarette.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Kora asked as I simply shrugged. Gabriel lodged a arrow into a paladin's head with a sick crack. Matthew came up silently to a mercenary and snapped his neck. Vladimir cleaved the last member of the patrol.
"All clear," I looked around and lifted the cigarette from my lips. All of a sudden a fighter jumped out at me, ax ready to kill
"Son of a bi-". Before I could finish my words, Kora was in front of me, she raised her arms in a attempt to block it, and I heard the sick crack of bone and a screech of pain. I threw my cigarette into the fighter's eye and lunged at him viciously.
"Gotcha now, ya son of bitch!" I slashed him multiple times, making him suffer as much as I could.
After spitting on his body, I ran back to Kora, I tore off a part of my robe and wrapped the horrible gash.
"Izzy..." Kora moaned.
"Try not to talk" I responded. I kept pressure on the wound. Vladimir, Matthew and Gabriel, walked up to me and stayed silent.
"Do me...a favor... try to be more human" she whispered, before she finally lost conscience.
"We're almost there" Gabriel said.
"We're finally there" I sighed exhausted.
"Hold! Who are you?" Frey yelled
"Alteans, survivors, of a Gra attack, please let us into your camp, I have seriously wounded troops." I responded. Frey yelled for Abel and asked for authentication
"Lieutenant Isaac? The Tiger of Altea? How did you end up like this?" Abel asked distressed.
"Yes, I told your companion already, now I have a question. Who leads this camp?"
"Prince Marth, of course" Abel replied.
