First Blood

When I opened my eyes I felt wet. My leg was open and was covered with blood. It looked bad but the pain wasn't that great. I sat up to see that Ben was OK. I hadn't missed much as he was taking his spear out of this kill. I wiped my wound to see that it was just a burn with a small split of skin. My adrenalin must have been so high that the blood had just spilled out. It was a dull pulsing pain but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't roll myself over and get up.

It seems as though I had got lucky. I limped over towards my hammer. I killed my target. Ben said that the others were all dead too so we'd be able to move back towards Leber once we were all regrouped. This time I was more interested in what I had killed though. It wasn't as I'd imagined it to be from the stories. It pretty much looked human but with gray scaly skin and randomly placed horns. It had no clothes, no armour and seemed to be riddled in scars. Its blood was dark red and its eyes black, but it was dead and it wasn't really that hard to kill. I asked myself if I could do it again. I knew I could, but I didn't feel like this one counted. I want to see my hammer hit home. I want to see the damage that I can deliver to these beasts that threaten my town and my people.

I picked up my hammer. I wrapped up my wound with a cloth from Ben and I limped with him until we had regrouped with the rest of the team. We had to bury a couple of fighters from our small army. I felt no emotion really, but I knew that had it been Ben, things would have been different. I pondered the lack of tactics that were involved. If we were organized maybe we wouldn't have lost anyone. I was in no position to take lead. I had passed out and embarrassed myself. Gabriel was the experienced warrior, what did I know.