Nearly There.

Lucian's boots crunch into the snow as his legs strain under him. The bridge has just been destroyed, and the group is currently running up the hill. Heavy breaths fill the air, and many figures are ahead of Lucian. He's taken a position in the rear, not wishing to bear the hateful glares of the others for his earlier actions. 

'I could care less what these peasants think of me. Nothing I do is for them or their praise. My family's safety is the priority here. Hell, I would've sacrificed all of them to give my family to escape.'

Lucian's thoughts end as the sound of snow crunching fades ahead. Looking up from the ground, he can see that the group has stopped at the top of the hill. 

'Why have we stopped. Cevan's forces are still right behind us. If they have half a brain, they'll send troops through the river.'

Lucian makes his way to the top of the hill and stops in his tracks.