DraeX

Defenses cracked, sweat dribbling, adrenaline flowing. All determined by the heat of the battlefield, while the sense of death looms over, riding on. I feel it, this armor won't last forever, neither will I. "Call for the surrender!" This will not be allowed, never give in, dine with dignity, take dragon's flight. "I wish my life was that simple" to sit up and covet such wants, to need such extascy. To call out an end to a infinite amount of relief. There is no such thing, no such bandages. "Press on" This undying bravado, it will get us all killed, we are in too deep. But isn't this "what i wanted", What i needed Finish the job