Donahue
Oil and blood drips into my eyes, making it nearly impossible to see more than two feet in front of me. My eyes burn but I refuse to close them, refuse to do much more than blink. I have lost track of Fraya about two seconds into the fight was beside but has since moved far ahead of me, leaving a trail of metal behind her. I catch sight of red hair every now and then, but I am constantly a few steps behind. I have left my sword in favor for daggers, making it far easier and lighter to move between metal swords and bodies. I constantly trying to see where Alexander is, knowing I need to stay close to him, but I lost track of him not long after losing track of Fraya. When the dragon went down, and I could hear Fraya's war cry all the way to where I am fighting. My heart broke for he
