I was digging furiously at the mound that blocked the road in front of me. This was complicated by the fact that I remained fully armed and my sword kept getting in the way. After a bit I'd look to see if there was a way around that I'd missed before but I was always meet with the same rock wall and the abyss.
A bit about this road: it's on a mountain, it's narrow by your standards, subject to landslide(obviously). I'd been stuck here for some time and knew attack was eminent. Hence the sword.
The block itself was an attack but my enemy is also known for harrying and so as I cleared the block bit by bit my ears strained to hear the on coming attack. I sincerely hoped to either find a way around or be met half way by someone clearing out from the other side. I had no idea of the extent of damage on the road.
I'm not alone thought it seems so. My comrades are near enough to hear me if I call and it they listen. Help only comes in the nick of time not before. I have endured may things on this road in the silent hope of help.
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