To say that I was in pain was the greatest understatement in the history of the world.

And as excited as I would have been to travel back in time under any other circumstance, going back at this point of the battle just made me feel even more sick to my stomach. I'd spent enough time on the sandpit to recuperate what strength I could gather, and the nectar and ambrosia from Deklyn had certainly helped, but I knew I was a ticking clock. I certainly wouldn't be surviving another fight against a man the size of Ajax. I needed to find sand, probably, if I was going to stand a chance.

Still, despite this, I knew we were there for a reason, and I didn't want to make any mistakes; I grabbed hold of my bastard sword and pushed through the pain, ready for the warriors that would come to find us.