"Fuck… to think there was an A-Class Panther Chameleon lurking behind that thing."
Edward's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. He lay slumped against the cold, rough wall, one hand pressed firmly against the gash in his side. Beside him, five elite knights were scattered across the cramped space, each one wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, each one lucky to still be breathing.
"At least we all made it out alive." One of the knights let out a low, pained laugh from across the hole, wincing as the motion tugged at his wounds.
The six of them were crammed into what had once been a crater, a shallow depression carved by Edward's own bombardment earlier in the battle. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Just enough to hide them.
The entrance above had been hastily covered with rocks and rubble, the knights working together to mask their presence from the beasts still prowling overhead.
Now it was a hidey hole. A shallow grave waiting to be discovered.
