Climbing up the gorge was a titanic task, my muscles ached a lot, not an exaggeration, but they felt like I was torn. When I managed to get to the top where they were fighting I came across my sword which was still lying there, so I picked it up and held it in my hand.
I felt very bad mentally too, I didn't want things to turn out like this, it was painful, but in the end he left me no choice.
-Gran care.
I think it was Amelia's voice I had heard screaming, an Irishman was coming at me with his weapon in hand, defending myself was painful, but it was either that, or die from a spear, which I got in the shoulder anyway, but thanks to the chain mail, it didn't pierce me.
I cut the spear in two, and killed him, coldly, without looking him in the face, then pushed him with my leg to pull my sword out of his corpse.
I turned quickly for another attack, but it was Amelia who saved me this time.
-Do you look disgusting Gran?
