Fortunate Son
Never stop creating your beautiful world.
Collin was focused on just keeping himself steady, at least the arrow stuck in him staunched the blood flow. He looked and saw the other Ostian troops retreating and smiled. "At least we've won the day..." He said as he got his horse in between the two groups. "I... I am the leader of these men... we know the truth... we no longer fight for Ostia." He said as he kept his shoulder from moving.
He looked to the arrow, thankful it wasn't in his armor as that would make it harder to remove. "I... I'll need a healer." He chuckled. "But by hell we stopped them." He said, looking around. Many of his men were dead, and he shook his head. "Such a waste... we will mourn your sacrifice." He whispered in memory of the men who had been lost under him. "We will bring peace."
He looked to the arrow, thankful it wasn't in his armor as that would make it harder to remove. "I... I'll need a healer." He chuckled. "But by hell we stopped them." He said, looking around. Many of his men were dead, and he shook his head. "Such a waste... we will mourn your sacrifice." He whispered in memory of the men who had been lost under him. "We will bring peace."