His left wrist still felt like it was stuffed full of wire wool, but he could still feel all his fingers, so he seemed to be getting away with it for now. He’d even gotten lucky in where the hole opened up to. Most of the wall ran over streets, but this bit was in the remains of someone’s garden, and dirt was less painful than concrete. Maybe the Almighty wasn’t such a bad guy after all. He needed to get out of here before anyone spotted him, but as he started out across the open ground beneath the walls, movement caught his eye. He flung himself to the ground as a group of people came running and yelling out of the ruins. First came an Apollonian soldier. The light from the stars and the debris belt gave her a stark appearance, the bow symbol on her chest bright white against the black of body armor, her scarf and her sword gray and angular shapes. She turned as she came into the open, swung at one of the people following her. They were all Dionites, dressed in loincloths and wielding weapons.
