Fifty-second Prompt: Battle

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Cor hated going into battle. There was all this blood and all this death.
Of course, there was also blood when he got into a fight with Corin, mostly his blood, but that was something else.

The door burst open and Corin stumbled in.

"Are you ready?", he asked.

Cor shook his head.

His brother slowly approached him. "I don't want to discourage you, but their numbers are far greater than our own", he said firmly.

Cor sighed. His thoughts wandered off to Aravis, his wife, who led the archers.

Hwin and Bree had offered to help, and Cor would ride with Bree into the fight.

Corin was an excellent swordsman, and Cor worried about everything except him.

But he still was quite sure that they wouldn't make it.

The door opened again and Aravis looked inside. "We need to go", she said firmly.

Where was Aslan when you needed Him?

Aslan...

Help us.

A sudden confidence flowed through Cor. He looked up.

"Let's go", he said. "I guess I am ready."