His lungs burned as he gasped for air, coming up from the raging river as he tried to brave the rapids in a desperate attempt to escape from the ambush. Cynraede tried to keep his head over water, looking all around for his companion as the current continued to try to take him to the watery depths. Beach, trees, rocks and raging water was all he could see in the torrent of water crashing upon him as he tried to cry out for his friend, but only to get a mouthful of water. He sloshed onto shore as his stomach and lungs expelled the water they had taken on, spitting as he looked around, yelling his friends name. "Duramarth! Can you hear me? Are you out there?" He yelled, looking around as he waited for a reply, slumping into the sand on his knees as he looked around for his weapons and gear. His crossbow had been lost into the depths, his knives missing as well. Cynraede made fists in the warm sand before standing, wrapping his leather coat around him as he walked. He had to find him, he was some ones father, brother or a friend to someone.
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