The battle had ended. There wounded were being helped off the ground and as far as he could tell there were no causalities. Causalities? Michael was beginning to sound like one of those kids from Aries. He looked around at the ichor everywhere, covering his armor, and most of the grounds around the camp. Michael had made it out without a scratch it seemed except for a small cut just under his eyes which seemed to still be bleeding. Some of his brothers came over to see how he fared then ran off to cause some sort of ruckus elsewhere. He slowly got up, feeling the muscles in his back ache he stretched and began walking to the beach to try and clear his mind. This never happened, and he saw the moral of the campers as though it were on a chart right in front of him, as hit plummeted down to a minuscule level. No one seemed to find it in themselves to smile to much, almost everyone just looked scared.