The battle of love, peace and bloodhounds

　　Sian groaned as she felt the arrow hit her, the spot coming alive with red hot pain. Blood was already seeping from it and the wound was not sealing because of the poison.

　　“Your highness, you should leave,” She called worriedly and Conroy shook his head, although he barely heard her from the moans, groans and curses emitting from the men, struggling to stay alive on the battle field.

　　“Head back to ...