Overwhelmed

Tarmen stumbled forward more by sheer will power than anything else. He was spent, bleeding and tired. It took all his will power to put on foot in front of the other.

A sharp pain travelled up and down his leg as he put weight on it, and he could feel blood running down his tigh muscle. The streets seemed to be alive with dark robes. Everywhere he looked he seemed to see one or two shadows dart in and out of his field of vision.

Someone came from his right running, holding up what looked like some sort of curved club and swang it at his head. He brought up his machete to parry the blow, and managed to barely deflect unto his shoulder. His arm went limp immediately as he felt the bone crack.

Silina wall of dust and sand blinded her attacker just as Tarmen's projectile hilt found the man face. Staggering he let go of the rope allowing the young woman to get to her feet again. She stood up on one knee seeing Tarmen being attacked again but before she could do anything to help an arrow found its mark, piercing her left arm. She shouted in pain as the missile carves into her flesh as she saw more men holding ropes coming in her direction. She knew they would see her as the bigger threat on this fight but so far they seem to want to disable her more than killing her.