Hereward makes a weak motion, but even just getting his arm up seems to be impossible. He does smile at Martin, though, with utter adoration. "Never thought I'd meet you afore the blinding light took me, sir. What's a young buck to say? Ah... I've read all your stories. The ones they printed. I learned to read just so I could read those. I wanted... to know you. I love you."
Mercy sees some of the soldiers from the opposing side look toward them. Is that opposing? Everyone is covered in mud and blood and it's so hard to tell. She raises the dagger, anyway, an icy shield forming behind them, bullets cracking into it.
"Martin loves you, too, Hereward. That's why he's come." She motions for Martin to hurry.
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Mercy sees some of the soldiers from the opposing side look toward them. Is that opposing? Everyone is covered in mud and blood and it's so hard to tell. She raises the dagger, anyway, an icy shield forming behind them, bullets cracking into it.
"Martin loves you, too, Hereward. That's why he's come." She motions for Martin to hurry.