Gabriel

It was already oveer an hour into the battle, and the field smelled like blood.

It wasn't even the clean, sharp scent of a fresh wound that had passed long ago. This one was the thick, settled smell of constant violence, of dirt soaked through and grass beaten flat under the weight of bodies that had been in motion and that of fallen bodies that had stopped moving completely. It hung in the air like fog, and I had stopped percieving it the way a man stops percieving the sound of rain ...