"I will leave at least half the archers were they are," General Rotharr promised, "To cover the retreat." They couldn't risk taking everyone down. But half, he was certain he could find half their men to fight on foot.
Water. Riku was very glad for water. He drank deeply. The water was lukewarm, but it was wet.
"They're looking for fighters," Corin reported. "To fight outside the gates. To meet the Galbadians head on. Who will volunteer?"
Riku's hand went to the sword on his side, given to him by Sora. To protect himself. To protect others. But... he didn't suppose anyone would let him go out there. Not even to fight for his adoptive country.