The Chance to Break Through - Part 2

Tension once more, ever tense.

When Blackthorn leaned over to whisper to Oliver, he flinched at the touch of her hand on his shoulder – the tension was reaching him too.

She did not seem to notice. "Is that blood?" She asked, pointing to the lead-most man of the scouts.

There did indeed seem to be a splash of red up along his right hand side, but the colour seemed too orange to be blood. Oliver deferred the question to Verdant.

"That's a stain, I think," Verdant said. "Likely from blood – but it isn't bloody now. I'd wager it's from the men they slaughtered yesterday."

"A quiet return, then…" Oliver said. He thought that to be a good sign, at least. Somehow, they'd managed to keep a quiet approach all this way, and now they were only a short distance away from falling upon the enemy. "Do you think we've gone unnoticed, Verdant?"