In as much as the mercenaries were employed as meat shields for this battle, it made no sense that they would simply drive us into the battlefield with no economical account for rest. So even though the horn was sounding for the fifth time tonight, we weren't tasked with the burden of having to ready our weapons and descend into the battlefield.
Instead, Sergeant Kael was pulling back with her Night Guards, and our mercenary line was following last, while the sergeant who had brought me, Sulin, and Jose was pushing forward to the frontline with an entirely different batch of mercenaries.
The formation of the retreating soldiers sank into and mixed with that of the advancing ones, and the same thing happened with the mercenaries, myself included. No sooner than later, we were already back in the yard where we had been resting before we were let loose onto the battlefields of the ruined city.
