Chapter 153: The Flow of Blood, Pt 8

Out in the broken and breached barricade, a small pile of dead Drogar suddenly moved. The topmost corpse fell off the pile, which revealed a barely living one among the rest of the bodies. His armored hand clutched at something - a corpse perhaps - and dragged himself out of the bloody pile. As he wearily climbed out, blood trickled down onto him from the corpses above.

The surviving Chosen pulled himself all the way out of the pile, then stood up on shaky legs. His armor had been sliced and mangled and beaten in many spots and barely held together.

He quickly reached for his side as it ached with pain. He had been slashed deeply, and was bleeding heavily just above his left hip. Every movement he made caused pain to shoot out of it.

As he recovered, he looked around the field of battle before him.