Hearing the mellow voice echoing the guards turned to look at Liam. Asking for the voice to identify themselves, they watched as Liam walked closer to the large walls.
"Present your identity" one of the guards called back in response.
"I am Liam Cespenar of the second militia of Rasgha." Liam yelled back
"You think we would just believe you?" asking Liam to walk toward the gate entrance and present proof.
Mildly annoyed due to his soaked clothes and the irritable weather, Liam walked forward in the rain. Standing before the large gate Liam removed his sheath that was attached to his side. After making sure the blade was secure he placed the sheath on the floor and raised both his hands to either side of his head to show his willingness to cooperate. Watching as the gates opened, he saw that the camp that rested in his vision seemed relatively unkept.
"Unusual " Liam whispered under his breath. Having trained here in the past Liam knew just how organized and tidy the base had to be during his time there. Learned first hand after being forced to clean the latrines after his bed was found messy by the instructors. As suspicions started to rise, Liam moved to a crouch, as his right knee sunk into the mud and he rested his weight on his left leg he heard the two archers walk toward the open gate.
"Keep those hands raised," one of the "Soldiers" called out.
Making no rash movements Liam abided. Watching as one walked forward to take his sword Liam was almost sure something was awry.
"Stop there" Liam's command reached their ears.
"Who are you to order a soldier of the nation?" The furthest of the duo responded with a sense of authority.
Liam allowed the abuse of authority to brush over him as he calmly responded.
"Check the pommel of the sword"
"So you were with them?" asked the archer closest to Liam in a hushed tone after being able to see the insignia of Rasgha's imperial army.
"What Vow did you make to the nation?" questioned Liam.
"What Vo—" but before the woman could finish her sentence, Liam's hand dropped to the handle of the dagger he had stored in his Boot. Flinging his hand up he stabbed it into the wrist holding the bow of the woman. Hearing the Scream the archer behind her released the arrow. As the string flung the arrow spiraling through the air the swishing of the projectile could be heard. Liam pulled the woman in front of his body, and as a heavy force pierced through his leg Liam grunted in pain.
"Fuck" yelled the man
The skilled archer began retreating into one of the buildings in the camp. Liam watched him retreat in pain due to the large arrow pinning him to the woman. Crying due to the pain of her injury done to her wrist and the arrow borrowed through her thigh. Liam had to make a decision. Pulling out the arrow would cause bleeding to either of them and he needed her alive for answers. Ripping his damp shirt he prepared to use the makeshift bandage to stop him from bleeding out.
"Don't fight if you want to live" Liam directed the statement to the women.
Tears poured down her face, seemingly too much in pain to respond with words she shook her head. Taking the answer begrudgingly Liam used his strength to push her off of him intending to pull the arrow back through its initial entry. Separating the arrow from his leg Liam closed his eyes and grinded his teeth together. Bleeding heavily from the wound Liam hurried to apply the pressure to the wound. Grabbing up a branch from the ground he placed it inside the cloth and twisted it with the cloth around it. Applying pressure continually is Liam's best bet for surviving. As the rain poured even heavier Liam grabbed up his sword and turned to the women.
"Please please don't" the women called begged
Walking closer he lowered himself to her laying body.
"Be quiet" Liam responded stoically.
He used his sword to cut down the feathered side of the arrow as close as he could to the body. Giving the bow to her he made her grab the bow before Lifting her body. Liam placed her on his shoulder and ignored her yelps of pain as he moved forward hoping for shelter. Lightning illuminated his path as the storm intensified. Limping hard due to his wound and the added weight he weaved between the trees trying to keep his balance. Inspecting the ground for tracks his eye caught animal tracks.
"Finally" Liam remarked
The tracks brought Liam to his desired result, Shelter. In front of him stood the Dark Cave mouth, who knows what animal is in this cave. Between Liam's choices of getting sick from the weather and his wounds becoming infected and dying fighting for his life Liam knew his decision.
Liam limped into the dark cave carrying the women on his shoulder.