Eragon & saphira immediatly fled the wall,
looking out over the sun-burned plains, searching, peering at the distant horizon for signs of Black hand activity. A stir was heard and the search party veered about, searching for the rumbling sound's origin. A scream pierced the air as a soldier in the middle of the group was stabbed. He looked as his enemy, a silent figure in tight black clothes and a hood, stood on his shoulders retrieving a blade from the slain man's throat. The assailant whirled around with a huge spiked ball attached to a chain, destroying many surrounding him. The event started to be repeated amongst the search party, and the group began to split up and search for hidden catapults. Painful cracking noises were heard as the machines were splintered, and enemy troops grouped up on lone individuals attacking the throwing machines. A low swing of a slightly curved sword sped toward Eragon,
but he blocked it just in time. His foe tried to swing his blade upwards, Eragon pushed backwards and swung diagonally upwards,
cutting his opponents throat in a gruesome spurt.