as soon as i was freed from my current fight, i ran off to help someone else for though we were more numerous than the soldier, power was on their side. another guard was coming at me and i saw a fallen body behind him. this filled me with rage. i aimed directly for his balls and was satisfied at the loud groaning sound that he made as he fell to the ground and i pounced upon him with all the rage in the world. i wasnt sure whether i killed him or not but in that moment it did not seem to matter. i saw losing fights right and left and i had to help.
many people had shrunk back, their cowardice taking over their rage. there were cries for help right and left, but even as they cried, there was not time nor enough of us to save all of them.i tried not to be biased i fought whoever i could. surprise attacks seemed the best strategy.
then i saw something that made my heart sink. the general was battling Sarah and it looked as though she had no hopes of winning. i took the gun of yet another fallen soldier and charged. my lungs were burning by this point and my heart felt as though it would fly straight out of my chest.