text: The heavy blade is laying on the ground.
  
  Your heart beats.
  
  You survey the fight.
  
  It's a giant mass of men screaming in a variety of different emotions. Joy here, fear there. You can see spectres spectating, watchers watching, and shadows spectating as well, because what else would they do? Be serious.
  
  With all the chaos, if you crouched you could conceivably have more cover. A lower center of gravity would also be a benefit. A quick roll would provide more cover and speed, but lack the same control. The ground, while littered with weapons and bodies, has a clear path to your weapon. You could try to crawl there. This would provide the most cover, but you risk being stepped on, and what you gain in cover you give up in speed.
  
  Beat.
  
  Move now, or risk danger for another look around.
  > You crawl
  The muscles holding you up loosen and you fall down.
  
  Beat.
  
  Your knees hit the sand and throw up little flecks. You hear a whistling sound.
  
  Beat.
  
  The rest of you falls forward, hands moving in position to cushion your fall.
  
  Beat.
  
  An arrow, bright and deadly, glides over you.
  
  Beat.
  
  You catch the ground and embrace it, pushing forward with your legs.
  
  Beat. Beat.
  
  The battle rages. Hand and elbow crawl forward as you make your way slowly to your weapon. Someone steps backwards into your path. You punch their leg and they fall out of the way. There is no mercy in this moment. Someone else tries to step backwards, but trips over you and falls. Almost there. Your hand is on your weapon now.
  
  Beat. Beat. Beat.
  
  You jump up and swing the blade around. You catch someone just barely on the back of their arm; you run them through and cleanly pull out the blade. In this small space no one can respect the length of the sword, so you kick a few people to clear a space. Something catches you in the side of your head and you fall down and... is that.... bloood.....