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Hama looked at Sandrina, he saw the tears flowing down her cheeks. He smiled the first real smile she'd seen form him as a tear escaped the corner of his eye momentarily before he blinked it away. "No, Sandrina. I swore that I would protect you, you are the most important thing here right now. I cannot let you just die here. There are only one or two left now, we WILL come through this." Sandrina looked up at him from the ground and her brow creased as she tried to stop more tears. "You are so unlike how I remember you, Sandrina." Hama smiled, "The girl I knew before was not the sort who could kill a man, even if he attacked her." Sandrina gulped, "I still can't." she sobbed, "I still can't kill heartlessly, I'm no soldier, Hama."
"Drop your sword!" Came a voice from behind. Hama felt cold steel against the back of his enck and lamented his misfortune. He stood slowly up, throwing his sword a few feet away before moving with the sword of the mercenary. He stopped, and Hama heard the swish of the sword and squeezed his eyes shut. He screamed in pain as it sliced deep into his lower back and he fell to the floor in a spray of blood. The nmercenary looked pleased with himself and moved over to Sandrina. Hama looked through his hazy eyes to see him clamber on top of her. "Well Missy, looks like your little quest has failed." he said heartlessly as he began to unbuckle his leggings. "Not if..." Hama crawled up and rose to his feet, pushing his regained sword through the mercenary's shoulder, Sandrina screamed again as the point pushed through and cut her slightly, and as the man coughed blood onto her chest. Hama rolled the mercenay off Sandrina with his foot. *I can help it..." he finished his sentence, before swooning and falling onto his back.
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