Disappointed I look onward. I decide to leave the tree
Landing in the forest. Scouting up ahead.
My team is back behind me. Waiting for my voice.
The tree didn't offer much to see. I'm faster on the ground.
I keep my gun on my shin, and my flask on my thigh.
My weapons are relaxed. But my senses are on high.
My ear turned forward, hears no troubling sound.
No tremors in the gravel, I don't regret my choice.
Pity though, no enemy. Or something that should be dead.
My body yearns for battle. But at least I know I'm free.