[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

The rest of the scene was a blur.  Snow was completely in a state of adrenaline after having dispatched the horror.  The fact that they still moved despite sword slices, cracked skulls and other trauma.  Of course they did.  Just like on the threshold.  The Realm had their methods for dealing with undead, but not people.  Not civilians.  This was an army raiding an unprotected village.  The best, the very best he could hope for was staying alive with his three companions.  He had to flee.  Staying would mean a painful, ignoble death.  Snow had to serve.  It was his life.  A deadman cant serve.

He felt his lungs explode, he felt his legs wobble, he felt the pains of past injuries and spasms.  He always stopped to look back.  He brought up the rear, he wouldnt let any of them out of his sight. If one fell back, he'd grab their arm, forcing them back.  His words spurring them onward.  Cillia and Axley, maybe it was a gentleman thing to do, but they were first.  If a pursuer had an hour, let them pierce his back.  Ferguson would be next.  He'd take an arrow for him as well.  The only man now who might be able to help them.  Help the realm.  He had connections.  Snow had nothing now.  

They stopped, all of them spent.  It was wilderness where they were, looking back they could see the smoke and fire, and Snow could only look so long before he refused to look again.  He fell to his knees, then his hands.  He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, his hands balled into fists.  How useless he felt.  He could only save three.  That was pathetic to him.  Was he a coward?  His finger scratched the dirt as his sorrow went into smoldering fury, the fire in the pit of his stomach.

[color=lightblue]"Thats exactly where we need to go then."[/color]  He concluded.  [color=lightblue]"Even with the dead, a big army moves slowly.  We can reach them, have them flee.  Warn the interior.  Let the Exalted know of what is coming."[/color]  He looked to both of the women.  [color=lightblue]"We have to.  Even if we flee, find somewhere far, out of sight.  If, If the dead take the Island, safety will be a thing of the past.  Our fates will be sealed."[/color]