"Finished." Nick proudly closed the crate of axes, and then remembered that he still had to count the staves and daggers and knives…
Suddenly screams broke out and battle was heard. Weapons clanged and orders from and unfamiliar voice filled his ears. He smelled smoke and peeked out of the tent. Outside, nearly all of the tents were engulfed in fire and the flames licked at the darkening sky. Many people battled outside, and Nick recognized the ones he knew. But it was obvious they were outnumbered, as two or three of the enemy was battling against only one person. The enemy also made sure to keep them away from each other so that they would be easier to defeat.
Nick heard a crackling noise and looked behind him. A small flame was burning the side of the tent, and it wouldn't be long before it spread. He moved outside quickly, and wondered where to go. He saw his commander surrounded by at least ten men, and ran over to help. As he ran, he grabbed a Light tome out of his pocket and gripped it for confidence. He was frightened, but tried not to show it.
Before Nick could get close enough to help, someone hit him from behind. He fell to the ground and looked above him to see a man holding a lance, ready to strike him. Nick quickly rolled, still clutching his tome, to avoid the sharp metal.
Rising to his feet, he felt the words of a spell naturally come to his mind. He began muttering the words, aiming his hand at the man trying to pull his lance out of the hard ground. Light began forming above the man, brightening his back as he yanked out the lance, spraying a few clots of dirt in the process.
Just before he finished the words, someone slammed into him and sent him flying. Nick hit a tree and slid to the ground, stunned. When he painfully rose to his feet, leaning against a tree, a large hand grabbed his throat and held him against the tree. The hold on his neck squeezed. Nick's vision became dotted with black spots. He desperately clawed at the hand, but with no success due to his weakening strength. His arms fell limp against the bark, useless. Blackness overcame Nick. Still the man did not relent.
Suddenly one of the attackers was pinned to a tree with knives. The man's pressure on Nick's throat decreased in surprise. He looked around, searching for whatever had attacked.
He made out a figure with the form of a bird laguz in its human form. The darkness of the night hid its face, but its two daggers gleamed in the firelight.
The man, afraid, forgot about the boy and let Nick drop to the ground. He held out his lance in front of him, as though it were a shield. Before he even realized it, it had kicked him in the stomach and pierced his neck. While the dead man fell to the ground, it picked up the unconscious Nick and flew away from the burning remains of the camp.
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