FERRICK! I meant down, not ‘downs’ on Delta team. Again, my apologies. I originally made it from the Lieutenant’s POV, and kinda rushed to make it 3rd, so that made it a little scratchy.
Quint drew the dagger that Dilath had dropped, ducking into a defensive crouch. The Nameless surrounding him growled, spinning their long, twin-bladed swords.…
(Warning: This story will be rather gory, since it contains some Ancient Roman-esque fighting. So, if you don’t like blood, you should probably leave. Also, the reason…