Flames erupted behind him, as Ronan hauled the body back towards the gully. As he moved through the grasses, he became aware of things going on around him. There were grunts, shouts, clashes. But they were all too far for him to stop and look. He needed to keep moving. His eyes shifted to the body. It was a woman. Her skin had grown cold, and had taken on a cool, marble like surface. The black dagger in her chest was striking. And Ronan couldn't keep his eyes from flitting to it. It was then he realised the awful entirety of this situation. The woman's chest was swelled - she had been heavily pregnant. Oh God's... who would do this? Why...? Dark questions prevailed as he rushed towards the gully, fire and chaos swirling all around him. |