IC:
In an effort to allow the fleet-footed scouts get past him, the young priest gathers his footing as he is nearly thrown down the slope. Leaning forward to prevent from completely tumbling down the slope, the acolyte peers upwards and glimpses the chaos of the battle beyond the edge of the ridge. Though the fighting is clearly beyond the line of his sight and is obscured in the darkness of night, Caellen's heart races knowing that his comrades may be in dire trouble. If only I can get up this blasted hill, the harried priest curses.

OoC:
Refocus