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Caleb saw a trickle of dust fall in front of him as he finished his bow. The jaw jarring crash kicked him into high gear. Funny thing, time slows when you are high on adrenaline. Someone pushed Caleb forward. Fight or flight was engaged and the coin landed on flight. The rumbling death was very loud now.

“Where are the others? Where are they?!?”

Caleb waved forward. He didn’t really care if the others had made it. He wanted to live. He yelled as the dust bellowed around him. Rocks hit him all over, bruising him. The pain only made Caleb run faster. The rumbling slows and stops. Caleb stopped too and realized how heavy he was breathing. A deep burning sensation powering coughs that did nothing really. Then the queasiness that forced him to sit.

Two of the strangers were yelling at each other. The receding adrenaline dulled his ears so he missed the exacts of what they were saying. Something about bands maybe. The hussar had moved over and was wrapping cloth around injures. Caleb felt his own wounds. Scrapes and bruises, nothing more serious than he usually got at work. He wished he was home.