A flurry of arrows flooded the sky as a young Citadel Guard by the name of Wesley hid in the shelter of a nearby forest. The Uthuk were closing in, and he wasn't even sure if any of the other Daqan were still alive. His blue and gold armor had been pierced a dozen times already, and his spear had a gigantic dent in it that left it utterly useless.

All he could do was wait. Wait for either a Daqan to find him or an Uthuk.

Hopefully the former.