Scott had made it back to where he had laid the girl down when he heard a sweet sound. The enemy had begun there retreat. There was only one problem the girl he had laid down was missing. Scott walked around a little ways I'm every direction thinking she might have tried to crawl off she definitely wasn't walking. Then scott had come to the realization that she was carried somewhere when he came to a bush with several broken stick. The only words he could muster were. "Oh ****" Scott was freaking out the girl had trusted him with her life and he had possible gotten her killed. He would use his skills too track her but it was to dark to effectively use them. Scott had raised a dagger and began to scratch it across his helmet. Before he thought out loud "what do I Do now Ive got to find her she trusted me"