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Sandrina shook in fear. Only moments prior she had been in the grasp of two men, bothing asking each other would would be able to get to do what they wanted with her first before killing her. Hama had saved her. If he had not she would have been dead.
Her split sleves hung down and flapped in the small breeze. She ripped them off and threw them to the ground. She grabbed Hama's hand and pulled him away from the battle. Her chest heaved, trying to pull more air into her frightened lungs.
"Hama," Sandrina gasped as she ran, "There is no way that we can stay here. There are too many. I, I've grown too tired to fight. I can barely weild my sword. If you do not stay with me, then I fear that I shall die before my time."
Sandrina tripped upon the ground, nearly falling completely face first into the grass. Her legs shook violently and she knew that she could not carry on. She had already killed, three men, or something like that. She could no longer recall. She had seen too much death and blood and she had pushed herself past her own limits. She had drained herself.
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face closer to her.
"Leave me. Save the others. Their lives are more important," Sandrina pleaded. Her eyes shimmered with tears that she tried to hold onto. She swallowed hard against her words. More memories that she had lost came swarming into her mind. Memories of a long forgotten love for the man before her. She had forgotten, but her heart had not. It explained what she had been feeling deep inside since she met him.
She wanted him to save himself. She did not want to see him die here. His life, above all others, was more important to her then anything else in the world. She closed her eyes and kissed him softly before pushing him forward.
"Go. Please. I beg you."
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