Agnadello // Italy // 1509-05-14
DDS Transcript from the genetic memories of Bartolomeo d'Alviano:
The world bleeds red as I struggle to open my eyes. Steel bites steel in the distance, chased by labored shouts. I have fallen in battle. The enemy ignores me; they have left me for dead. I soon will be if I do not act!
I shudder as I shift my weight onto one leg. I have been stabbed at least twice, and my bleeding brow makes it difficult to see. I must tend to these wounds before I bleed to death!
It's just a scrap, but it will do!
This should help stop the bleeding! It's dirty, but I have no time to be picky! This should hold for now! That stung! I manage to stop the bleeding! I remove my slashed helm and dress my head wound with the tattered remnants of an enemy flag.