Life is fragile, but…
Charging in head long and shouting seemed like the worst idea but somehow it worked. The spear tackle was quite an effective tool for taking down anybody and usually knocks the wind out of them. The problem with him seemed to be his agility, that coupled with that damnable blood-soaked lance was going to be a problem. He quickly looked up and grunted, it seemed he was used to fighting as the he suddenly thrusted his spear toward my chest and without second thought, I attempted to block it with my arms crossed. Expecting the pain was one thing but receiving a deafening explosion was another.
"What in the hell was that?!" He recoiled and seemed focused. Meanwhile laying against a wall drifting towards unconsciousness was nauseating. A breeze was blowing into my rough beard, remaining awake seemed to be a chore these last few hours. "Hmm, it seems you are a new player, boy, the other one is dead already so no pain of my back." I slightly lifted my head, with my vision faded noticing a body wincing and holding his chest. "Damnit, I cannot allow anyone to die. Not like this, not because of my lack of action."
As fast as I had seen him so quickly did, he disappear. I crawled and began to adjust my weight moving was a chore, each pain nerve in my body was on fire and yet I continued. Finally settling down next to the body.
"Uhhh…" a slight groan was still heard from his lips.
"Well i-it seems… t-that I can only defy death twice. Guess heroes… d-don't always get to see their ideals become a reality…" The blood was pooling around his body and regret filled my very essence. I did not care where I was nor what was happening to me. Life is fragile but it should not end for those so young. He seemed like he had seen 19 winters. Maybe less, but now sobbing and a cry of utter madness was all that echoed throughout the quiet night.
Emptying my tears and punching the ground eventually it all came to an end. Without taking a second thought I picked up the body and started to move back to the forest. Intending to bury the body without thought of consequence was stupid but what choice was there. The moment I layed him down another explosion had ripped happened behind me and flying before hitting a tree I finally passed out. The tune finally started to fade, and all that I could hear was the sound of whistling arrows.