[center][h3][color=a187be]Amare Internellis[/color][/h3][/center]
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			The scene after a battle had a rancid, formidable feeling to it. There were bodies all around the war-torn battlefield, although not the worst Amare had seen in a while, it was certainly no different from any other battle. They were always miserable sites and something a man could never scratch from the confines of his head. It is one thing to hear about the glory of war, so often romanticized and full of tales of valiant warriors who fought honorably, though another to witness it first hand. It was a surprise to see young men so eager to watch more bloodshed. 

			[i]It was as if war were a game for some of these people[/i], he thought almost disdainfully. The fact that the orcs haven't bothered to try and overwhelm their army for the sake of a dual, originally proposed by one charismatic man named Stefano was already something he found odd. All the while most went to see this blood sport. Amare himself had enough of watching anyone fight, or of battle as of right now. Most times in his short career as a mercenary company member, most men would rather spend time either blinding their fear and anguish with a rather large concoction of ale or spend their time in solitude though this battle was technically still underway and would have to be solved among the two leaders of both armies for now. 

			Amare had no interest in the duel, especially when seeing Jasper take the excruciating four inches of steel in his belly. It made his stomach turn just thinking of how a man could withstand such pain in order to save a life of a man he knew no more than for two weeks. He felt guilty, almost unworthy of being saved by such a man. The ashen-haired mercenary's eyes lowered, his breath also heavy from exhaustion. Knowing the old man was being cared for by a medic, Amare sought the opportunity to help gather the wounded with several others. [i]Better make myself of some use[/i], he thought as he and several other men did as they said, leaving the medic who helped drag Jasper out of the field of battle occupied. 

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			It took a while to decide on where to put the wounded, there were arguments among the men that didn't last very long when they came across a spot just outside the battlefield, a lightly forested location among the beech trees at camp. One-by-one all of them gathered whatever soldiers left alive they could to this site with a grand total of 30 wounded along with 7 dead and 5 in critical condition. Jasper was the last to be taken by Amare while the other men guarded the wounded at this newly founded site. As he walked towards him, Amare saw that the old man was still being treated by the medic he saw before. 

			[color=a187be]"How is he?"[/color] Amare would've thought that he was a regular medic on the field of battle, but the way he was treating the old man, the way his hands were shaking, the nervous and concentrated look on his face projected a sense that he perhaps knew Jasper. He was tall and lanky, with long legs that sprouted from his thin body, his face long yet fairly shaped with a long hooked nose that complimented his western appearance. He had deep blue eyes and was neither handsome or hideous, though carried on a face of both amity and humility in his young life and wore light leather armor similar to Amare's. The medic turned and exchanged a quick glance with the ashen-haired mercenary before turning back to Jasper. 

			[color=39b54a]"I'm not sure as of yet. You fought alongside him, didn't you?"[/color] His voice was bitter as the young man responded, his humble appearance beginning to turn to annoyance and anger. Amare could almost tell that there was a sharp tongue waiting to prick at him [color=39b54a]"Shouldn't you be watching the dual along with the rest of this lot? You can leave my father and I in peace."[/color] He said, aggressively. 

			[color=a187be]"He saved my life, I think I should feel considered."[/color] Amare justified, surprised that he had never met his son in the two weeks he spent here. 

			[color=39b54a]"Well, I don't know if he'll make it. He is unconscious for now, I don't know when he'll awaken again. If he does..."[/color] He responded, his voice transitioning from a bitter, defensive tone to a more solemn, saddened one as he put his head down. Amare took the opportunity to look at the old man's condition. There was blood soaked rags that helped stopped the bleeding which were wrapped around him, though took in a considerable amount of blood that even Amare, with what little he knew about healing spells, knew that there was no healer that could help this man's fate. The cut was probably five inches long from what Amare could guess, and probably will kill him. He did not want to think about it for now and he assumed neither could his son. 

			[color=a187be]"Jasper fought well, a soldier who was as selfless as he was valiant. There is no shame in the way such a man died."[/color] Silenced followed thereafter, Amare thought the young man was not in the mood to hear anything that could be mistaken for pity. [color=a187be]"A few fellow in-arms have gathered the wounded back towards the camp if you would like to join u-."[/color] 

			[color=39b54a]"Thank you."[/color] The blonde man nodded with sincerity. [color=39b54a]"My name is Luke, my brother is out watching the duel, though knows nothing about what has happened. In the meanwhile, you and I can take him the old man back to camp."[/color] Luke added, before reaching in his bag for a blanket to help carry Jasper. Luke moved Jasper on his side and placed him atop the blanket before Amare helped his lift the heavy old man. [color=39b54a]"What is your name by the way?"[/color] Luke asked. 

			[color=a187be]"Amare Internellis."[/color] Replied the mercenary as they walked towards the camp site.