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The promised raid before Cade made him fight back the urge to just go. He just wanted to fight. That was all he was good for, and he was fine with that. These men before him though, made him step back a second and realize, this was easy. Why were they doing this again? This band of soldiers couldn't pass as anything to them. Then he had to remind himself what they were getting payed to do this. It was a pretty good sum, so then again, why complain? He shifted ever so slightly as he crouched on the ground giving his foot a chance to wake up as it had fallen asleep leaving it to tingle and irritate him more. Better to be irritated than asleep. His hands tightened around the handle of his blade watching Kara peer into the sky, probably waiting for it to tell her when to take off. To him though, it was just a thing standing in the way of what he wanted.

The second Kara started moving, he'd already went twice that distance towards one of the back men. He sliced strait through the man's chest taking out his heart and his lung with odd red blade. After they were alerted though, he let out a piercing whistle and every other man who hadn't already charged came out of the side, his raid. Cole continued to just run forward cutting through armor, tents, what every stood between him and someone's death. Not much emotion stayed on his face as he went through the men like butter not giving them a chance to strike back. Ah, the rewards of keeping your blade well taken care of. With every other man at his sides, it didn't take long to go half way through the large camp. What was left, it was Lorance's responsibility, only problem was, he got the larger half, the better half of the army. That side held all the brutes that were just as good as he was, killing off a good few of their men.

He scowled at it, but didn't do much more about it. It happened, they all knew this, and it was their day to die apparently, no use of crying over what already happened. Cole charged forward again once his temporary daze had been lifted as he dodged and arrow that nearly grazed his skin, but only ruffled his coat a little bit and made his eyes narrow. A new target. Without a second though, the went from one man to another charging up the middle before hitting home and slicing off the attacker's head letting it roll in the grass continuing to paint the death landscape. Still, even with the enjoyment of killing, he still stopped to pick up the arrow then looked at he arrow only to snap it in half finding the tips having something on it, probably poison. Great, just great.

Cole didn't really focus on anything until he heard more of his men get cut in half. He snarled again and let out a savage roar and cut down a larger man. It took him a second before he recognized the woman who was laying on the ground, Kara. He glared over at her and bit his lip hard and continued to fight through the stronger men. He had a war to fight, he didn't have time to rescue women. She was his commanding officer though, it was his job, his responsibility. With this in mind he leapt forward after them again snarling angrily cutting past a few men becoming smothered in their blood and his shoulder armor being scratched a little bit on the way. He leapt up seeing the man swing down at her making him snarl and leap in front of her.

Just as it started to come down, Cole was under the blade with it caught against his. He gritted his teeth and snarled holding it with his body shaking from the strain. "What are you waiting for, move!" he roared back at her as he fought to push the man back. He eventually freed his blade with it sliding off his and landed just a few inches from her. He coughed a little bit and then charged forward with his blade being caught surprised at how fast the man was even with how big he was. Then again, he was fast, but not nearly that size. He ducked under his blade as he swung again slamming his shoulder into him snarling as he shoved against him throwing his sword at him, even in the short space though, he blocked his attack.

He grabbed his sword and threw him backwards and cut into Cole's side making him snarl, but he didn't let up. He got up again to attack and was about to kill him when several arrows punctured his coat making him stutter but not stop as he killed the man. He turned to Kara to grab her and run if possible. The Black Wolves were doing fine, but the problem was they still needed to get out of here.

Cole wrapped his arm around her waist holding her close when they stopped moving. He glared back into the darkness able to see from the tents that were ablaze watching the men flee after her whistle fallowing their instructions to the letter like they were to. He bit his lip and glared around holding his blade up and breathing heavily from the stress of everything combined. His vision was blurring as well as spots came into his vision making it harder and harder to see. He bit his lip hard and shuttered again but stayed tall. "I don't know," he said finally panting heavily as he slowly shifted his weight so he could hold her more feeling her become heavier. He was in trouble, big trouble, and it seemed like that cliff was gonna be the only chance of survival.

He wasn't seriously considering it until another man swung his blade at him and Cole caught it pushing him back. His heals were over the cliff taking away most of his balance as he leaned forward on the balls of his feet. He snarled and pushed back, only to be hit harder by a second swing and knocked backwards. Stun and frustration filled his face. Stunned because he was now possibly going to fall to his death, frustrated because he was bringing Kara down with him! Without thinking, he pulled her close and wrapped himself around her seconds before they hit the freezing water and then smashed into the rocky bottom as the current tried to pull them away. Everything went black once he hit with only his other sense to rely on. He dug deep into the rocks eventually and pushed off hard reaching out and pulling himself up onto the shore.

Coughing heavily, a mix of blood and water came out of his lungs as he started violently shaking in the cold air from the water. He laid Kara down gently on the ground seeing her to be soaked as well of course, but didn't see any wounds besides the gash on her forehead that was bleeding badly down her face. "s**t," he hissed and leaned down over her listening to her waiting to hear her breath, honestly, this was the most panicked he'd been in a while. He hated being responsible for another being, he just hated it.

Cole was about to pull back, but she was faster and he snarled and growled at her glaring angrily holding the now sore part of his throbbing head. He felt so sick from a mix of probably the poison in his system and hitting the water with all the shock to mix in. He put his hand down catching himself as he was shoved to this side only to roll his eyes at her comment looking at her with frustration at her now. He shuttered badly wrapping his coat around his soaked body more relying on it to catch body heat in it to dry himself off and keep warm. His mind just kept going over where they could stay until dawn and get moving again, either that or just find something comfortable to lay in and get the arrows out that had most of their shafts broken off when it hit the bottom of the river.

"I apologize, next time I'll leave you there to get up on your own and shove you at the enemies when I fall. Would that make you happier? To die up there with the rest of your comrades?" he snarled obviously in a worse temper then he usually was with her. It wasn't that she didn't thank him, it was the fact that he felt so out of it and not nearly as able to defend himself that made him fall back onto a temper more than strength. Cole stood up and put his sword back into it's sheath on his back and started walking. If Kara decided to stay with him, that was here choice, if she didn't, once again, her choice. He was staying there until the later part of today came where he would be rested and it would be warm out. Till then, screw getting back to the Black Wolves. His job was done, and he could still get some food later when he got back.

He kept walking with that scowl on his face before he started coughing heavily again and leaned up against a tree wiping the blood from his lips and holding back the bile that burned his throat. He felt like he was going to just loose his lunch and more in a few seconds, but he swallowed hard trying to keep himself from making a scene in front of Kara. Last thing he needed was more taunts or complaints about himself at the moment. So, he pushed off the tree and kept walking through the brush as carefully as he could, but it wasn't working to well with him being so exhausted. Stupid poison just needed to get the hell out of his system!

Cole kept walking ignoring her as she fallowed him since his mind was going to the probability of a cave some where. Then, he would stop, if he stopped now, he would fall. He practically groaned when she touched him and he stopped looking back at her standing tall from pride as she inquired him about his health. He swore under his breath and kept walking but he wasn't going to leave her unanswered. "I'm leaving them in, the poison is already in my system so taking them out wouldn't do anything. If I did though, I would probably bleed to death unless I get some bandages on me. If I stop moving, I'm going to pass out," he said and kept walking. That was his final word and she wasn't about to stop him. He pressed on even quicker now panting slightly with him quickly loosing stamina obviously as he shuttered badly feeling his stomach's bile come up more and more with him only swallowing it down again.

It went on like this for another ten minutes, any inquires Kara made were ignored and he just kept walking, but then he saw his goal, the over grown cave that he'd thought he saw on a map. He pulled his sword out with great difficulty snarling and swung it only once as he was only able to manage one. He then just pushed through it ripping into a lot of it before he just sunk down on his side still shivering from how cold it was. He then slowly forced himself to sit up snarling at everything and slowly pulled off his coat letting out a painful gasp. He then snarled and clenched down on his side a little bit before slowly letting up. The deep tears in his clothing left blood to run down his pants and cover his body in the rich, blood. He pulled off his gloves as well then, his sword. Bile came up into his mouth again he only swallowed again, and laid down on his unwounded side. Nothing formed when he tried to speak, so he didn't try and just laid there relaxing a little bit, but the pain kept him awake as he thought.