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 look
   
  Your eyes flicker and see everything on the battlefield.
  
  Beat. Beat.
  
  Recognition flashes for but a brief moment, as you see the sun shining on the arrow that procedes to catch your throat and rip through flesh to find sweet death. Blood spurts out and you drift into blackness. It feels like an eternity but some part of you knows it's only a beat or two before you die.
  
  Beat. Beat.
  
  Now death is all that is left in your eyes as all traces of you meld into the sands and you are swept away from existence.