Henry and his small group of the healers he managed to gather race through the city collecting the wounded and the fallen. The town flowing with scarlet red, he could see the soliders defending their home lose moral every time another one of them fell in combat. The deamon at the gates made them espically nervouse.
Henry began shouting at passing soliders as the ran to the gates to prepare.
"Don't loss hope Lads show these best your mettle and send them straight back to the gate of hell in a box if you must!!These is your land and home die for it you dogs! And you sorry excuses for healers! Get the injured to safty and tend to the weak and dying so they can rise to fight again!"
Henry began shouting at passing soliders as the ran to the gates to prepare.
"Don't loss hope Lads show these best your mettle and send them straight back to the gate of hell in a box if you must!!These is your land and home die for it you dogs! And you sorry excuses for healers! Get the injured to safty and tend to the weak and dying so they can rise to fight again!"