"VALETNI!" the voice of sergeant Belatia intoned from the ranks "GET THE HELL BACK HERE AND HELP! OR BY THE GREAT BUZZIAH, I WILL YANK YOU BY THE SCALP AND SLAM YOUR HEAD INTO THE GROUND UNTIL YOU HAVE BECOME A BETTER HUMAN BEING!" the bloodstained figure of the irate sergeant was rapidly approaching the limping monk.<br/><br/>Finally, unclasping the last binding, Morr tore the breastplate from himself, revealing a bruise where the dent had forced the metal to grind into the flesh, his choking becoming mostly-normal breaths again, blood welling up from his mouth as he kept kneeling, as he tried to shake off his exhaustion.