Seven of Blades
The battle is over, and all is lost. There are no victors in this cause, only the dead and the dying. There is nothing left here but the spoils of war.
Take what is available; it will no longer serve those who brought it here. Looting corpses is an ugly business, but they don’t need it, and you might. Gather all those things you can readily lay your hands upon, and flee quickly from the open ground. The carrion crows are coming to finish what you have started, and you do not need to be seen by either them or the other looters.
Picking a side is pointless, and dying for a cause is short-sighted. Gather what remains from others’ ineptitude, and make good your escape.