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CH4PTER THIRTEEN
I rush over to Nick, finding a dart stuck in his leg. Spasms shook through his whole body. The dart was red with silver spikes at the bottom. I looked around, hearing a whizzing noise. I ducked just in time for the knife to lodge into the gooey sand instead.
I held my knife in my hand, staring in the direction of where the knife was thrown.
A pack of natives stood. One clutched half a dozen knives in one hand. One had a leather case of darts hanging from his thigh. A hollow strip of bamboo was in his right hand, the same dart that penetrated Nick in the other. My eyes went wide as another zoomed toward me. Using my pack as a shield, the dart lodged into the bottom. I turned and ran to where the blade was thrown.
Almost already sunken into the ground, a silver light throwing knife sat. I grabbed it, trying to remember my practice with my father back home. He was a hunter. And he knew everything about weapons. I held the blade, taking a deep breath, and sinking the point into one of the archer's eyes. I saw that Nick was starting to stand up, pulling the dart.
"Run!" he screamed at me. Two more knives came my way, but I blocked them with my wrench, picking them both up and throwing the wrench to Nick.
We sprinted backwards. I had three knives in my hand. Compared to the three or four men that had more than enough blades for themselves, I was weak. The one I had killed was basically unarmed.
Arrows started flying our way. One actually hit my foot, slowing me down. I downed one of the Tapplens with the bow, hoping it would be revenge. We hadn't even done anything!
Nick was still a little slow. We kept going. Blocking arrows and darts, retrieving missed knives. The arrows were all completely black, except for some glowing feathers on the tail. The points were sharp, extended to look like a small sword almost.
After we had gotten tired, and surely the natives had also, we retreated to the left once they were out of sight. A jungle lay before us, the blue grass replacing our very own melting sand. Although it looked twice as dangerous, it would be the best cover, brown and green trees extended upward until I couldn't see it anymore. No trail was in sight.
With about seven knives altogether, we were still outnumbered of the twenty or so natives. Surely, unknown creatures lived here.
But I guess we would find out.
Omg, intense! Keep on goin...
