The battle of love, peace and bloodhounds　　Sian groaned as she felt the arrow hit her, the spot coming alive with red hot pain. Blood was already seeping from it and the wound was not sealing because of the poison.　　“Your highness, you should leave,” She called worriedly and Conroy shook his head, although he barely heard her from the moans, groans and curses emitting from the men, struggling to stay alive on the battle field.　　“Head back to Valeria and send more men!” He yelled over the shouts of the warriors.　　Biting hard on her lips, she raised her hand to where the arrow had hit her and then dragged it out of her arm and then slowly the wound closed back, “No your highness, I will die in the battlefield for Valeria.”　　Conroy did not respond as he growled, digging his claws into the neck of one of the opponent that had attacked him.　　Seeing that Sian was distracted again, someone from the opponents took another arrow, dipped into the poison and hooked it to the bowstrings.