The Graveyard of Blades - Part Two

Gaval scrunches up under the borrowed shield he pulled from the grounds of the midden. The detrius falling from the sky banging and clangign about him and causing things to shift, move and tumble. At least thrice durring the rain of metal something strikes the shield he uses hard enough to set it ringing and make him grunt. And then a moment of relative silence before the groans and moans of the fallen things starts up.
Castign the shield aside he springs to his feet and looks wide-eyed about the graveyard. "Ab and Umm! Did they dump the living apon us! Did they not see to the fallen?!"

Harold holds his place under the rain of scrap from above, "Ruby!" he calls out, "wha..." he rises and begins to look about searching for the source of the groans.

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