Tales of war and rescue.

Jiro's Capture

Jiro stopped his charger on a small knoll, and peered back through the rain. There was very little to be seen through the rain swept night. The Daesh had been getting very close the last three days; if he couldn’t shake them, the Daesh raiders would overtake them tomorrow. The thunderstorm was their only chance to ditch them. He checked his two swords hanging off his saddle. Although battle against the ten or so Daesh following them would be doomed to failure, he wouldn’t not let her be retaken while he still drew breath.