Ravus' horse came into sight, a seemingly dead hero on its back. He was badly injured, a cut right eye, a snapped left forearm, broken ribs, and other various cuts and bruises. His horse trotted into the gates. Ravus gently opened his good eye, "we are going to need mortars, lots and lots of mortars." He gave a small chuckle and coughed up blood, he had used up too much will, and his vision had become blurry with weariness, the poor hero of the gypsies couldn't even tell if anyone was near, his vision tunneled followed by black.