Being pushed around, Jeremy struggled to find his footing as men ran past him, rushing down the steps, a few occasionally cursing at him to move and join the charge before continuing. With victory in sight, any previous drop in morale vanished, with many men now wishing to be the first to join the carnage below, in a chance to kill a notable desert warrior or the commander and win themselves glory. Jeremey took rapid breaths, ending with a deep snort, and followed behind, his small body getting lost in the sea.
