Cassandra POV
The helmet falls from my head and hits the ground, with a thud sound. I hear the voice, I hear it clear and loud. My ash blonde hair is wet from sweat, running down my head, flowing through my eyes, missed with another salty liquid on its way.
I wipe my nose and pick up my helmet. One leg kneeled on the ground, hand resting on it and then I press the thigh to get up. My hands aren’t sore from holding the lance, my legs aren’t sore from standing on the toes for too long, my chest doesn’t hurt from getting hit.
I look around and that’s when I realized that everyone is busy among themselves, talking about the wins, about the loss, about the injuries, about how frustrated they are, maybe even about harming the others, but nothing concerns me now.
I put the lance and the s
