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Flik’s legs felt like lead.
Covered in muck, dirt, sweat, and possibly blood, Flik gripped Odessa and continued to trek up the rocky terrain. His vision swam before him as the images around the edge of his vision began to blur. His feet burned with every step and his muscles ached for rest, but they had to keep going...It was life or death: And Flik was going to live.
The Imperial Soldiers were going to find them. After the Liberation Army's horrible defeat, the Empire's army was going to raze everything the Liberation was: especially the traitors. And in the Empire's eyes, every Liberation Army soldier was a traitor.
Flik closed his eyes and tried to forget the slaughter, the blood bath, of the battle. He swallowed some saliva to try and soothe his dry throat.
He looked back at Gremio, trying to sound a bit hopeful. Blood-soaked blonde hair stuck to his forehead. "We'll find the others."