"Where am I, the last thing I remember is." Aquari flinched in pain looking at the cut in his arm. "The battle." he recalled in his mind the fleeing as the camp was attacked and how in an attempt of heroism he stayed behind to fight them, he realised now it was useless. Cut down one three take it's place. Only magic had an effect and he knew only the fundamentals of the fundamentals of magic. If he was lucky he could maybe make a small fire or freeze water for a minute. Not enough to effectively fight.
"How did I get here, it could be that blast, it was aimed at me but, why let me live?"
After a bit of thought he dismissed it and began to walk. He didn't know where. After a few minutes he noticed something covered with dirt, he quickly brushed off the object. It was a sword.
"Finally something familiar. What's that?" There was something was in the distance coming towards him.
"It's one of them." He instantly recognized it, even in the dark as the same things that attacked the camp.
"Well it could get worse." Aquari raised his sword then he saw two more appear. " I'm not going to say that again for a l-o-n-g time." Aquari