I was thrown into an alleyway and I shot up into a crouch position to look up at my attacker. It was the man. I looked at him not showing the shock on my face and growled. I had been right, he was a spy sent from Isengard to weaken us and then kill the strongest. But then I looked into his eyes, which were filled with hope, confusion and bewilderment, only a small part of rage. He looked at me and wasted not a minute to speak since he saw he was needed in the attack. "By valor, what were you doing out there? You could get yourself killed. I am well aware that you sounded the alarm, but that does not mean you should participate in it." "I can fight, the villagers know it and I am needed out there, I will not let one man fall needlessly while I could be out their to save them." I growled back at him. He opened his mouth to speak but at that moment a orc found our semi hiding space and before the man knew it I had whipped out my sword and thrust it into the approaching orc and pulling it out so he could fall. The man stood gaping at me confusion clearly written on his face. "Do you want to challenge me so I can get back to the village or not." I stared at him. "Lets go, but if you are hurt I am not taking responsibility and it will hurt your sister more than it will hurt me" having said that he turned and ran out of the alley with a battle cry. I was confused but shrugged it off and joined the battle killing more orcs than I could count. I was thrown against a window, shattering it and as I rose from the floor in a grimace I smelled smoke around me as I fought to breathe through the stench. The orc smell was bad but I had learned to ignore it, but this smell was different and I looked around and felt for the door to leave when I saw it. Red flames shooting out around me. The house was on fire and I could see no way out.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. Orcs I knew how to fight, fire, my mind reeled as I took another deep breath of smoke filled air making me cough. How do you fight fire? Fire is flame; flame is controlled with. Water! Water that's the answer as I had struggled to think. I flung my arms out searching for a water source. I took a few steps and repeated the process. My mind was telling me to scream as I fought for control over my body and emotions. I could make out the flames and knew to stay away from them. My hand struck a metal object; I ran my hand along it. A spout! I found water so I felt down and found a bowl beneath it and filled it. I stepped away. My eyes were beginning to burn and sting. I shuffled over to the flame throwing the water on it and turned back and filled the bowl again. I turned to the next flame and shuffled over to it when my foot struck a hard object. I moved my foot and tried sidestepped it. All of a sudden I heard a unintelageable groan and I froze. I had tossed the orc in here with me. The orc grabbed my ankle pulling me down I quickly threw the water onto the flame before I hit the ground hard. The orc leered over me and placed his hands at my throat and tried to choke me. I struggled for air and felt around. My arm caught on a sharp object, my sword. I fumbled for the handle ignoring the pain in my arm where I had cut it and gasped for air. I brought the sword up but blacked out from lack of air. My last thought being "the bastard was right, he had planned this."