[center][h1]Hourus Malik[/h1][/center]

Hourus panted heavily, with the enemy forces retreating he could afford a moment of repose. But he felt the shiver run up his spine as he felt the harsh breeze running through his hair and battering his body. This was bad. This was harsh weather, they’d never survive a night out in this tempest. That said he was also wounded, he had several cuts and gunshot wounds across his body as he was the one in the middle of the entire battle. He wouldn’t have anyone else do the job as he knew he could service it, but he needed some medical attention. He turned his head to the sky and felt Nature’s chilling wrath, the hail and snow combined chilled him to the bone in his armour, his body covered in blood which made him disgusted with himself. [color=ed1c24]“Natures cold whisper..... She wishes to bury us in her ice cold ash....”[/color] He knew this storm wouldn’t die down anytime soon and so, with his axe in hand he headed over to the captain. [color=ed1c24]“Captains, I couldn’t help but hear your bickering. We’re in a BAD spot, from what I can tell of the wheather it won’t die down for at least several hours! We need shelter, and we need it now! If we stop moving we die! What we do is up to you two but I suggest shelter over war....... But if your so keen on fighting them still...... I can track them, but only so long as the cold snow doesn’t blanket their tracks, we need a decision, and now.”[/color]

Hourus knew that chasing the bandits was a bad idea, but if it came down to it, he could do his best to guide the group after them and find a way to keep warm, although he didn’t like the idea of the risks that we’re involved with it. He only hoped that they would choose to find shelter first, he had all he needed from his gear. He could carry other things if others needed him too.