Svalin was seeing to the defense when the break in the enemies' ranks break. She sees a familiar form lying prone on the ground. "Brother!" she yelled and rushed forward. Pain spiked with every step and her head started to spin. She had lost too much blood during the battle and had sustained too many wounds. She got about half way to her brother when she fell to her knees. She tried to stand, but could not.
She crawled about three paces before she fell on her face and the blackness closed in.
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