Jacob was getting tired carrying a girl and using his sword arm at the same time. His excitement in the battle was a good feeling, but he still had his limits. The medic group was within sight, and he needed his rock music to get him pumping. Of all the things I need, why that? He thought to himself.
All he could do was keep slashing, keep himself angry, keep himself fuelled to challenge what came at him. Or at least keep going until the cavalry arrives. Then again with all that was happening, maybe he was it.
All he could do was keep slashing, keep himself angry, keep himself fuelled to challenge what came at him. Or at least keep going until the cavalry arrives. Then again with all that was happening, maybe he was it.