[Ridge]
"Retreat towards Camp Riddle!" The Viscount shouts.
"Push forward!" The Duke orders his men.
I know what you're thinking... At first, I thought they were fighting too. It certainly seemed like they were giving opposing orders. In fact, I even saw some of the Viscount's troops looking rather confused when the morning attack began.
As it turns out though, that's not the case. They're each talking to their respective troops, still operating separately. It's strange but it might be best this way. Then they won't fight over who gets command.
"We need someone to take up the rear. Everyone stay in formation!" The Viscount is falling back. He ordered us to help remove the wounded from the battle field.
"Hold steady and drive North." The Duke motivates his soldiers and Knights alike. I've started to recognize down fellow Ravenous Knights when one occasionally runs by. They're working to hold off the Nycia forces and even push them further North.
The Duke is a lot more hands on than Viscount Morin, but he'd still rather leave most of the dirty work to the actual fighters. I have no doubt that as a Duke he learned swordsmanship as a boy, especially as a Riddotha equally as mad as his son. What I am unsure of, is if he ever put those skills to practice on anyone besides his tutor.
The fight has been persistent over two days. The weather has worsened as well. I fear we may be heading for a storm soon.
Raforn agrees. He came up here when wounded soldiers started trickling into Camp Riddle. He brought a decent supply of Puffin, and had been spending every waking minute wrapping up wounds of all sorts. I'm sure he's seen just about every kind of injury one could experience during a war.
There was even a woman yesterday evening who was shot by a Nymour weapon. It was quite horrific and I'd almost like to see it again. Out of sheer curiosity, of course.
"Sir. Ridge."
"Viscount?" I spin around, tucking the bandages I was assisting Raforn with into my pocket and pulling off my gloves.
"I'm giving you to a combat unit. I'm terribly sorry but we're low on troops with so many helping to transport the injured out of the red zone." He taps his cane rapidly, looking like a business man with a million things to do and only one lunch break.
I stand, with some difficulty, "Anything you need." I assure him.
"Find the Riddotha boy, you're with him." He says, and then hurries away.
"Fuck..." I mumble.
I haven't had a proper chance to talk to Kadeeth since the fighting resumed. I haven't told him about his fiance like his father someone convinced me to do. Shit...