Ezra grasped his hand. "Son of a bitch!!" He held his hand as he fell to his knees. He growled as he looked around for the attacker and the medic. "Careless, aren't they?" Glasgow hummed, his place beside the King becoming completely obvious as he stood beside him amidst the growing chaos— a figure separate from the rest. "A neutral third-party, do you think?" He asked, tilting his head down at him. Ezra stood up, looking at the man beside him. "All of this because of me, I'm flattered." He spat, holding his hand. "If it was a rebel, I would be dead. And it definitely wasn't one of ours "

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   Coco yelped at being grabbed, stopping the person so they both stood in the battlefield. She briefly looked back at the King and a slight concern filled her eyes. she looked at the figure that grabbed her "I could have....you know! I could have treated him and made him pass out! maybe.......maybe we could change the King!" Her voice sounded desperate as she took steps back towards the king. Snail huffed and spoke, her voice very annoyed. "You are not making me lose one of my daggers, just to go back and be killed" she said authoritatively.

   Now being less gentle she grabbed the girl once again and dragged her more forcefully away from the king."Keep a level head or die" She said trying to drag her away. Coco this time, didn't give a shirt about hurting the figure or herself. She pulled her hand away from them "If it takes me being a Traitor to change the king then I'll be a Traitor and I don't know who you are but you are not getting in my way!" Tears appeared in her eyes at the pain as she turned and ran full speed back to the King.

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   Ezra stood, holding his hand and staring into the mess of the battle. Two wounds and the closest Aceraveth medic was on the hill. "Motherfucker!" He groaned as knelt down, starting to tend to his own wound, not noticing the medic coming back.

   Coco kept running, ignoring the person and what they were doing, dodging the things going on she arrived pretty close to where the King was. Hoping the person didn't do anything like catching her, but Snail only sighed as she ran back. She really didn't want to see her die, but it was like she was begging for it. She slowly followed the medic. She kept a safe distance away so she was not seen, but could see what was happening. She, at the very least, wanted to recover her dagger when the king left the spot he stood.

   Ezra saw her from the corner of his eye. "What are you doing back here, traitor? I thought you'd left." He growled before wincing slightly as he wrapped his hand in some more cloth. She breathed heavily from running. As he spoke she began to lose confidence. She steadied her breathing, looking at him "I will take care of your wound, only because I think you can change! 

   Just......I'll......I'll betray the Rebels and join your side....basically.." Her confidence filtered out of her voice and she began to question her own actions. Ezra stopped tending to his hand, looking up at the medic. "A traitor to the traitors, Hm?" He smirked "that's a new one.... interesting...." he chuckled before stretching out a hand to the medic. "Welcome to the winning side"

   Snail rolled her eyes at the king's ego. She has worked with him before though. The pay is always good and the jobs are relatively easy. She never liked being around him for too long though, his brash nature made him undesirable company. She would usually play with her dagger when near him to not focus on his attitude.

   Coco hid her fear. She didn't know what she was doing and that dawned on her pretty quickly. But she resigned to her own choices, grabbing her gear. "I need you to remove the fabric while i clean your wound" Her voice was shaky. Glasgow tilted his head curiously at Coco, torn between getting rid of her now in case of a betrayal or keeping her around to keep life interesting, but her willingness to take care of the King kept him at bay, opting to stand rigidly beside the two.

   Meanwhile someone in the rebel ranks whispers under their breath,"sorry", and then they shout "REBELS EYES CLOSED ", these words are echoed amongst Rebel Soldiers. Unfortunately for the tyrants, they failed to take care of the nuisance of the catapults from earlier, they have been reset and loaded with something...new. The catapults are launched and balls of hay land on clusters of Kingdom Soldiers, the hay balls rupture into red and black dust. This "dust" is a mix of pepper and dried hot peppers that, upon contact to the eyes, makes one temporarily blind and irritates the eye severely. Big yikes.

   Snail closed her eyes at the announcement feeling good about her choice when she heard the yells of pain from the King's side. Tasting the pepper in the air, reached into one of her many pockets and pulled out some goggles. She kept them on her for special occasions, and this was one of them. She put them on making it even harder to find her identity even if you caught a glimpse under her hood.

   Ezra took the cloth off of his side, revealing the long cut. He sent a reassuring glance to Glasgow, not paying attention in time for the hay bombs which one landed right near them. The king clenched his eyes shut, rubbing them. "Shit!!" Coco flinches at the call. Closing her eyes quickly. She tries to fumble through her kit while her eyes are shut. Coco coughs, yelling through the clouds of dust "We need to get out of here! there might be more!"

   Glasgow stumbled, frown prominent on his face as he shook his head, hoping to somehow clear the dust from his eyes. They'd never been good— even a small glare from the sun could send him reeling— and he worried for the repercussions. "Ezra, are you alright?" He asked amongst his own darkness. "I'm alright Glasgow, for now at least..." he turned to where he thought the medic was. "First of all where the fuck are we supposed to go!? Second of all, how the fuck do we get there!?" He groaned, the dust stinging his eyes. Ezra knelt on the floor, rubbing his eyes violently, trying to get the dust out of his eyes. "If either of you two have any plans to get away from this irritating dust, now would be a great time!" He spat.

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   D looked out her window looking at the battle at the ground "i knew this would happen ...Z you still can change....Glasgow why...why do you support him you know this is lead us to something much more cruel" She says a loud even though none of them were in the room , The scars on her back arched 18 lashes for speaking up against the king....for speaking up against Z. She looked away from the window going back on her bed in the side there were new scars on her feet Z thought that she started the rebellion even with Glasgow trying to lower the punishment the burn marks made her skin red "On a wagon bound for market there's a calf with a mournful eye. High above him there's a swallow, winging swiftly through the sky." she sang the song to herself.

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   Glasgow ignored the nagging feeling in the back of his head, slowly opening his eyes and blinking away black splotches of the dust that seemed to have permanently settled in his left eye. "It has settled, but I don't suggest staying where we are in case it returns."

   Snail kept a good distance from the king eyeing her dagger on the floor. She knew he was blinded, if she could be quick enough she could run over and take it. She had no intention to die though so she watched the king and his people carefully making sure they wouldn't catch her. She sighed in relief at Glasgow's statement, if they were leaving that means she could get her dagger back no problem. She waited patiently for them to leave.

   Ezra growled as he opened his eyes too, they were red and watering. "They'll fucking pay... they'll pay for everything..." he snarled at the battlefield, stabbing his sword into the ground. "Patience, my Lord." He placated, looking over the battlefield at the masses, all watching— waiting. "Keep the death threats for when you have won."

   "Patience is one of the things I don't have, Glasgow!" Ezra snarled as he heard a rebel shout above the battle. "I'm not letting them think they've won!!" He stood up, grabbing his sword and started to make his way towards the fog again.

   Sav looked up at the soldiers, trying to make out their next move. I think they're leaving...the pepper must've gotten to them, huh? they smirked. "I think they're leaving," she cried out to the rebels behind her,"but stay cautious!" She watched as the king walked towards them. shit, I was wrong. "new plan," she exclaimed,"we fight, at least the leader's not going anywhere any time soon.." she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, walking slowly towards the centre of the battlefield again, gesturing for the others to do the same.

   The sun began to fall swiftly unto the horizon and the air began to become cold and frigid , one could freeze if not graced with the light of a torch or a fire. Just as the sun set one could see bodies scattered about the battlefield , some soldiers dragged others to safety despite their lack of limbs. There were cries of mercy and cries of brutality that were reflected by the restless groaning of darkening forest. One would think the battle is at a resting point, but one would be wrong, the light of dusk arrives with new horrors .

   Ezra's eyes rested on the bodies around him. Familiar-ish faces. He growled as he watched the rebels advance. "They are not winning" he spat, one foot stepping into the dimming fog before him. He was ready to take the entire army by himself.

   At the king's leave Snail quickly walks over behind Glasgow and picks up the dagger. She tries to quickly run away. not wanting to be caught by the king's men, but unfortunately wasn't slick enough. Glasgow turned at the feeling of a presence behind him, neck tingling as he met eyes with Snail's figure. Observing her for a moment, he shrugged to himself, mumbling to her before following after his impatient King. "He's quite the child, no?" The girl stopped at the mumble, picking it up. She looked at the man walking away from her with curiosity. None would slander the king's name in such a way or they would receive a heavy penalty. Her interest in this character peaked, she sheathed her dagger and followed him inconspicuously. Staying a good distance away, trying not to look too obvious as she watched the figure in the now dissipating fog.

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   At the castle D was still singing to herself. "Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly." She sang too loud to quiet down the cries. Her tears fell "I Have failed them haven't I " She whispers to the air "Let them live another day" a broken plea that's all she could muster for now.