Author's Note: This is the first confrontation with Eragon and Murtagh, please read on and if you want to know, there is very little bloody violence in this chapter even though there is violence.
He woke at the dim of battle. Soldiers were attacking the camp under the cover of night, and by the looks of it, the Varden were losing. Saphira was already up, driving scores of attackers back. Eragon grabbed his sword and jumped out of his tent, which was beginning to be put on fire. Slashing and killing the solider, he surveyed the battle.
Eragon couldn't see through the darkness but he could feel the presence of all. To his left was a magician, heavily guarded with soldiers. To his right far ahead of him, Eragon could sense Arya, and behind him he could sense Lady Nasuada. Though greatly outnumbered, in the former battles the Varden had surprisingly destroyed so much of Galbatorix's army that now the Varden was about the same size as the imposing army. Why were they losing now? Was it because it was a surprise attack or did they get reinforcements?
Eragon attacked the magician to his left with his mind. There was a brief metal struggle but Eragon soon killed him. The man had died laughing, and without hiding his thoughts the man had said, He'll be coming.
Instinctively, using his magical sight Eragon looked up, there was nothing. But he had a strange sensation that there was something. High above Eragon, in the sky, was a dragon. And a rider on it's back…
No one there was no one, Eragon told himself. He went one with the battle sinking his sword into many. Eragon was invincible, he gained with every enemy he slew, but even with him and Saphira, the Varden was losing badly. Quickly he set up more wards on himself, Saphira, Arya, and Nasuada. He had a plentiful amount of power and energy, his energy actually increased, but he could not turn the whole battle around.
Again he felt that there was something in the sky but he ignored his feeling and continued to fight. His sword was a whirlwind, his sight a terror. Plunging through the battle he overcame all his enemies. He plunged into another magicians mind while fighting him physically. Just as Eragon plunged his word into the magician's neck, the man said in his mind, He's coming. Again, Eragon looked up and he saw what he only sensed before. Murtagh, riding his red dragon Thorn, was diving in the air, straight to Eragon…
Eragon was breathing heavily. This was the time to test out Saphira's idea. He stored all his extra energy from the magician in the diamond at the end of his hilt.
Saphira! He shouted at her
What?
Murtagh's here and I need you to come. He braced himself and got ready to fight. Before Thorn even reached him, Eragon jumped into the air, 35 feet up and sliced the dragon open. He felt a surge of energy as his sword drank the blood. He stored all he could into his rubies then still over flowing with energy, climbed up the flying dragon. He dug his sword into Thorn to hoist himself up. The dragon turned its head; it's eyes watering with pain. Before Thorn could blast Eragon with fire, he climbed up on the dragon's back, face to face with Murtagh.
Before Murtagh could react, Eragon shoutedbrisingr! And hethrew a fire ball.