*Theophilus's POV*

The air almost touched me, almost embraced me with an electric charge of expectancy that came with the fighting which still was going on in the background. The sight and sound of swords meeting swords, and loud voices of pain and a guide from all ends filled the town. Every strike causing my heart to pound. I was striding round the camp area, ensuring that all was well with the wounded soldiers who were brought in, concern growing with every passing step, my boots grinding ...