Left alone out of his battalion, the sole survivor of the scouts got back up on his feet. Looking at Raven, his eyes shimmering with held-back tears, he knew what was to come, but how exactly would that happen? He had no idea, and that scared him more than anything.
"N-now what?" He asked, his voice trepidant.
The hero, on the other hand, only smiled and circled around the fire. Eyeing one of the blankets on the ground, he sat on it and urged the man to sit as well. Hesitant, he lowered himself and sat in the viscera of his companions. A rush of adrenaline with a heart skipping numerous beats, he scouted the hero and attempted to judge what he had in store for him next.
"Say, stretching his legs forward, Raven leaned back with his hands planted on the ground behind him, "How do you wanna die?"
A jolt of terror shot through the man's spine. His whole body began to shake as his eyes met his end, sitting in front of him in the form of a man.
