Sometimes it wasn't the poison that got the best of those on the battlefield.
Whenever that happened, it was hard not to blame oneself for not being able to protect against something that they were so much more familiar with.
As Irene sprinted around the ogre and went to where she heard the yelling in the first place, she dropped to her knees at the sight of Felix with his arms around Sir Eitan.
The knight's body was limp, and his bloody head lolled to the side, only held up slightly because of the shoulder plate armor.
"I need a healer!" the oldest apprentice shouted. "Summon Stanley. We're close enough!"
Why did it have to be him again? she wondered.
