All of us barely have the strength to stand much less fight. We understand that this isn't a war of numbers, or weapons, or armor, or magic. We have the sheer force of WILL to win. It may be our darkest hour, but it's also our finest hour. Fencick and I rest on a sandy beach in the south dires.
Sunlight sparkles on the sand and dances across the waves.
Our reinforcements arrived the night before and the defenders of the Mayoi portal prevailed. I gaze at a fluffy white cloud in the sky that resembles a charging drudge stalker. Movement on the beach distracts me and I look down to see a charging drudge stalker coming right for us. I dig in my backpack for some cheese and bread and watch the stalking approach. Before the stalker gets two more steps an arrow sprouts from his right eye, followed quickly by one from his left and a third through the throat.