It feels like a scene out of a Marc Forster zombie movie, yet the stench in the movie theatre reminds me of a two week old corpse.
The yellow humanoids are doing their best to break past the line of skile riders, and shield bearer behind them.
It doesn't take long before the skile riders are overrun and have to move back.
The monsters move the killed shield bearer, and the riders through the group like crowd surfing artists.
Sounds of the battle reach my ears as the Jun around me begin to run instead of walk.
The smell of burning flesh is in the air as the holes full of oil are lit by fire arrows from the wall.
I move.
Stripping my clothes I toss them down atop the Jun, while finding a place to land.
The four branches below me are gently ruffled as I quietly descend.
Falling straight down into the middle of the horde, my breath is released slowly, Ava is held in my right palm, and my knife in the left.
