As promised, here is the opening paragraph of the new story I’m working on.  I’ll post more of the chapter soon.

Rolf’s breath came hard and fast as he pelted through the forest, trying to get as far away from the battle as possible.  The clash of swords, the neighing of horses, and the screams of the wounded rang out behind him like discordant music.  He scurried behind a tree and leaned against it to catch his breath.  His arm ached under the heavy shield and he contemplated throwing it away into the bushes.  His halberd dangled in his grip and he knew he might as well let it drop to the ground; he had a sword, and the halberd would only impede his escape.  It was far too noticeable anyway, holding its proud, glittering head high in the air for all to see.  And he was a man who must hold his head low from now on.