Everyone viewed battles differently. Whenever there was chaos, darkness, confusion surrounding the combatants who only had one goal in mind: exterminate the enemy. It didnâ€™t matter how or when, as long as that was accomplished. Time passes by differently during battle than anywhere else in the world; sometimes it moved quickly and sometimes the minutes that passed by seemed to take an eternity. Mira was feeling more the former than the latter as soon as the enemy ceased their attack and retreated deeper into the wood. This battle had lasted a good while, but something in the back of her mind told her it just didnâ€™t feel right. There was something else she felt she wasnâ€™t grasping. As if to release that pent up energy, she fired off another bolt, hoping to catch any stragglers.<br/><br/>Mira reached behind herself to sheathe her crossbow, resting it comfortably on her back.<br/><br/>Now that the adrenaline has died down a bit, her shoulder burned and it was difficult to move. It was tempting to rub it but she decided to leave it be. It was best that she kept it as still as possible as to not irritate I further. When the others spoke again she listened well. For the sake of keeping vigilant she held eye contact with the forest just in case the enemy was waiting for them to turn their backs before striking again. In a place like this that wouldnâ€™t be surprising. Danger pretty much oozed from the deeper, darker places.<br/><br/>â€œI agree we should keep going and set camp past the Scar if we are going to have any chance of making it somewhere even remotely â€˜safeâ€™ before nightfall,â€ Mira spoke slowly, nodding slowly, further showing her agreement. Moving on seemed to be the wisest thing to do lest they become sitting ducks, then again there was the risk of an ambush if they were setting something up for them deeper in the forest. Either way she felt that moving on was the best thing they could do for now especially because being a sitting duck was just begging to be attacked again. Especially during the night. In these woods, darkness was not exactly the most welcoming. At night there were bigger things to worry about than those soldiers and that sorcerer â€“there were much darker things that came out to play at night. Mira sure as hell did not want to stick around when they showed their ugly faces.<br/><br/>When Adalwolf spoke to her, Mira looked him over glad to see that he was out of that spell, a bit surprised when he held out his hand. He has always gave her the impression of a rough man, not just because of his appearance, but because he always seemed to have advice that was useful. He gave her the impression of someone who just did what was expected of him and nothing more rather than someone who would offer a hand to someone who was wounded. If anything she would have expected to receive a bit of scolding from him, telling her to be more careful or something along those lines. You really canâ€™t judge a book by its cover and assume you know everything about someone.<br/><br/>â€œYou donâ€™t need to be concerned, I can walk just fine,â€ Mira said to both him and Deidrich, Eva as well since she would more than likely be the one who would look after the wound, smiling to show she appreciated the thought. Even if every part of her being was slight disagreeing with her, she really wasnâ€™t saying that to be the â€˜stereotypicalâ€™ strong woman who didnâ€™t need to rely on anyone else for help and only wanted to rely on herself nor did she want people to not worry about her. In all honestly, she was thinking about the rest of the group. It wasnâ€™t like she purposely got herself attacked. She was willing to push herself as far as she needed to before camp was set up. That way, once they were able to rest, the wound could be dressed right then and they could move on.<br/><br/>She knew this peace would not last long. Peace never lasted long; there was no telling how much time they had to recover before the enemy would strike again.