A big warrior was the first to shoulder his way through to us.

Life had not been pleasant for the big warrior these last few days.

The big warrior only knew that, for one of the few times in his life, he'd actually been afraid.

Left alone in the hall, the big warrior scratched his head.

The big warrior was bleeding from a savage cut on his head.

Was the big and strong last warrior in the world nervous around horses?

"Too bad you and John didn't kill that big warrior,"

The big blue warrior nodded, his eyes never leaving Marcus.

Someone was sitting across from him, but the big warrior couldn't bear to meet the man's gaze.

After the first few words, though, the big warrior's voice broke.