coughed.

"Come back home."
"I ..." her voice failed. The smoke scratched my throat. She felt a sharp tug on her neck, her neck and back were wet. "Go without me."
A startled look from Kar. His father, a good head smaller, supported him.He could clearly see the conflict of feelings.
"I'll follow you," she whispered.
Yoichi nodded.

He turned away and dragged Kar behind him.
Orín stood and watched their arduous retreat with his eyes.

Everything was retreating now. On both sides, those who had just fought bitterly or desperately streamed from the battlefield. Others were carried. Most of them limped.
And a good number of those who had seen the beginning of the battle would never see one again. For many it was the first. The battle for Nakamá.
The land between the sea and the city was soaked with her blood.

Orín sank slowly to the bloody ground. There were tears in her eyes, finding their way over dirt and dried blood on her face. The stench of the fought battle choked her in her throat. Her body trembled in pain.
Sobbing, she buried her face in her hands.

I don't want to fight anymore!~~~~~

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