Kenders Trench.

There's blood splattered on the walls all around. Rats and shit on bodies that smell worse than the shit burning under the light of the sun. Rivers of dirt, mud, and bullets. Kender wasn't prepared for this. He's killed before, everyone has, but not like this. This was inhuman.

"Fuck, I knew Loraga was screwed but I didn't think it was this bad." Kender yelled at Oshar, running from the inner trench to the other side carrying ammo. "It's not that bad, we could be tasked with manning the turrents or running into the combatant camp. We could have it worse". However, Oshar despite saying such optimistic words was shaking in her boots.

As Oshar and Kender are running through the trenches delivering the first defender supplies and ammunition the support trench was bombed. Just as Kender entered the door, he saw three grenades flying in through the slits on the window, "Damnit, Run!" Kender exclaimed. Dropping everything he was carrying he pushed Oshar back to the ground "Get down, now!" he screamed as he was shielding her from the blast. Though neither were hurt in any meaningful way Kender had twisted his ankle and the blast pushed the two so hard Oshar's arm almost broke.

Just as Kender stood up three men jumped into the trench and shot two of the survivors of the grenades in the head. Kender reacting as quickly as can unsheathed his blade and rushed the one closest to them but the man realized it, he tried to shoot Kender, however Kender dodged to the right and struck the man in the heart pushing him to the ground. Just then Oshar reached for her rifle and just before one of the men could kill Kender she shot him in the chest four times. Oshar's arm still suffering from the impact of the explosion and her reckless shooting caused her arm to shatter. The third man seeing his friends die before him flew into a fit of rage and panic shooting wildly at the duo, Kender shielding himself with the body of the man he just killed and Oshar being shot in the stomach and leg, before running out of bullets. "Oskar! Fuck!" Kender screamed looking back before rushing the soldier that shot his friend. Kender, still hurt stumbled in his dash giving the man just enough time to react and dodge, countering with his own blade into Kenders ribs, Kender realizing the severity of the situation grabbed the mans arm as he was being stabbed and wrestled him to the ground. Just as they began to fall Oshar stood back up picking up the empty rifle of the man who shot her rushing over to the struggle and hit the assailant in the head with the butt of rifle knocking him out just before she collapsed from the pain.

Kender taking no chances shoves his blade deep in the unconscious mans neck. Fumbling over to Oshar "Are you okay...Oshar...Oshar...O-Oshar?" Kender barely squeaked out, he can see the hole in her stomach. He can see the blood gushing from her wound. "God...no, Oshar, Oshar, hang on...please, you're going to be okay." squealing Kender reached around to Oshars back pack where the bandages and gauze they were meant to deliver were held. Kender was no doctor his patch work was barely passible and he knew that he needed to get Oshar to a medical unit soon or she would die but how would he? Kender himself was barely standing the explosion left him weak and on top of that he was just stabbed nearly to death. Would he bleed out dragging her. Maybe.