They had been walking for half of the day when they were attacked by the Torc Alta.

"I had been hoping to stay undetected for a bit longer" Nicholas groaned.

"It's Everett. They can smell his aura" Scathach stated. Earlier, Everett had used his aura to spark a fire.

The Torc Alta stalked closer. Scatty pulled out her nun chucks, Everett drew his sword and Perenelle and Nicholas sparked their auras to life. They split the creatures into four groups, one for each of them. After a while, the Torc Alta seemed to realise their tactic, so they all aimed for one person.

Everett.

Perenelle and Nicholas soon reached the limit that they could use their auras until. Everett became overwhelmed by the amount of monsters attacking him. He lost his sword to one, and one of their claws had scratched his favoured arm.

He was outnumbered.

Scathach killed the last of her group, and then glanced over at Everett. After seeing the trouble he was in, she started to run to him, to help. But Nicholas grabbed her arm and said,

"No, there are too many for only two"

"I am the Warrior"

"I know, but there are hundreds of them"

"I've had worse"

"This is the oldest and most skilled species of warrior"

"I can't leave him" And with that, Scathach pulled herself out of Nicholas' hold and sprinted over to Everett.

"Leave, Scatty!" He commanded, "It's too late for me to get out, but I can help you get out"

"Nope" Scathach answered, lashing out at another creature.

"Please" He was pleading. Scathach was about to answer when a huge Torc Alta jumped at Everett. Before it could touch a hair on his head, Scathach jumped in front of him, pushing Everett out of the way. The Torc Alta pinned Scathach to the ground.

The creature dug its claws into Scatty's arms. She cried out in pain as it lifted one claw and stabbed it into her neck. She slowly felt consciousness leave her body, and just before she closed her eyes, she smelt a wave of ginger wash over the field.

Everett sparked up his orange aura and sent it bursting towards the Torc Alta. It was thrown back onto the floor, unconscious. Everett ran towards Scathach's unmoving body and placed his hand on her neck to try to stop the bleeding. His aura poured into the wound, almost completely healing it. Nicholas and Perenelle came running over and knelt down to examine the wound.

"It's not fatal, but she's lost a lot of blood. She shouldn't be walking for the next day" Nicholas muttered.

"We've got to get out of here before they send more" Perenelle announced.

"She did it for me" Everett muttered absent-mindedly.

"And now we've got to get her away"

They walked for three hours and found a small cave at sundown. They didn't dare start a fire in fear of alerting someone of their location. Nicholas and Perenelle rested, while Everett stayed lookout. Scathach finally woke. She groaned as she sat up

"How are you feeling?" Everett asked, concerned.

"I've been better" Scatty smiled.

"You didn't have to do it. You could've let me handle it."

"You would have died. I'm pretty sure that's not what I'd call 'handling it'"

"Well, thanks. A lot"

"Don't mention it" Scathach flinched as she unbandaged her arm to inspect her cuts.

"Perenelle was really worried. She didn't want anything like that to happen again, so she called in some reinforcements. Some people called Joan and Saint-Germain"

Scathach grinned, "Of course,"

"They were 'sposed to have pulled a few strings with someone-or-other, so they'll be coming strait here in the morning. You've got to get some rest; you've lost a lot of blood. G'night"

So here it is. I hope you like it. I've been planning on adding Joan and Saint-Germain in for some time now. Please review! I may not be posting a new chapter for a couple days, just warning you.