Stealth B5C14

"It was Commander Sullivan, sir. He and the Mistral Commander are going to hold the gate when the time comes, and he's asked you and the other Heroes to be the last ones on the walls while the Soldiers fall back."

The messenger certainly had balls to suggest that, though he probably assumed we wouldn't punish him for what sounded very much like a suicide quest. Ren and I couldn't hold an entire wall to ourselves, but then we weren't supposed to. We were just meant to draw the Grimm's attention – all of them – while the other Soldiers retreated. Wonderful.

"He said if anyone can break off and retreat safely in the thick of battle, it would be you Heroes."

He wasn't wrong. It was a thankless and dangerous task, but if anyone could manage it, it would be us. I just didn't like our chances, nor the idea of Blake playing bait for an entire quarter of the Grimm horde.

But what could we do?

"Alright, fine. I take it I'll know the signal when it comes?"

"Three horn's blasts," the messenger reported, rushing off to pass the order along.

[...]

Keeping accurate track of time was impossible, but it was somewhere between my second and third wind, when I wasn't even sure what dredges of energy I was running on, that the horns sounded.

[...]

"Yang and Nora were better off than we and are now fighting at the gates to the inner walls. Lots of cuts and scrapes, but they're alive. Blake was badly wounded-" Ren quickly moved to push me down as I tried to rise. "She's alive," he hissed. "She's alive. Something caught her leg. She wasn't able to run back to safety, but she was able to hide and sneak her way back into the walls."