Standing 'on point, quiet and motionless. Balanced. Signaling to those behind to stop look and listen. Nothing. My breath shallow and deep. Sense of smell, tasting the air with my tongue, awareness hightened and expecting the worse at any moment. An over abundance of nature, creation and decay. Centered and measuring the beat of my heart. Pure training nothing to consider as I slow step, left foot forward, the slightest mistake and I could get us all killed.
Then, from nowhere and up from the ground,