06-30-2014, 10:06 PM
Yves cursed and spluttered as the smoke and arrow made him stumble back. "Oi! I'm not doing this for fun, you know! Get back here so I can kill you!" he growled, waving his shield about to disperse the smoke bomb. As it dissipated, the state of the battlefield quickly became apparent. Most of the rebels were either on the run or dead, and most of the the soldiers began to regroup and pull back to the keep instead of following them across the Bernese border. Yves, however, was by now too gods-damned mad to care. Looking down at his feet, he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and laugh.
The ground on the hill was sandy. Very sandy. One might even call the entire thing a sand dune. And leading away from where Yves stood were two or three sets of footprints, headed straight for a wooded area. "Great job. Grade-A escape plan there, bud. Really," Yves snorted, before once more jogging his way along the path to follow them.
The ground on the hill was sandy. Very sandy. One might even call the entire thing a sand dune. And leading away from where Yves stood were two or three sets of footprints, headed straight for a wooded area. "Great job. Grade-A escape plan there, bud. Really," Yves snorted, before once more jogging his way along the path to follow them.