Prompt 100 WCGU: …but I turned it off…
100 word challenge
Cautiously, I belly crawled toward the child. She writhed in the dirt whimpering pitifully.
Enemy chain mail jangled, closing in. I readied my sword, but empty hands indicated no weapons. He pointed to the girl. I rose to my hands and knees, my fear moderately diminished.
She was battered and bleeding profusely from a mangled ankle. We cleaned her wounds and bound the stump of her leg.
He carried her into the forest, looking back once.
In those fleeting moments my compassion for one individual — no, two — crested, but I turned if off and returned to my column to prepare.