As my consciousness flowed on, I flipped my eyes open with a start as I heard the words "Hurry up!" I turned, to see that there was a fire set up. 'Darn it.' I thought. They couldn't have followed us THAT quickly. I got up, pain flaring up in my head as I rushed outside, grabbing my sword.

"What is it now?" I yelled at Mark, who was running towards Gwen. He turned.

"I saw Fallen as I was on patrol this morning. There are all over the place! We can still escape!" he shouted back. And with that, he woke Gwen up. He ran out, and I followed after him.

As we ran towards the horses, something caught my eye. There, I saw two hooded figures fighting the Fallen. 'Twins, what are twins doing here?' I thought. We had to go through there anyway. And with that, I mounted my horse in the direction of the twins.

As we approached the twins, I saw some startling similarities: One boy, who had brown, choppy hair and emerald green eyes. He wore a black cloak, which covered a tattered gray shirt and pants. At his side, he had a festal strapped to a belt, as in his hands, he had a mace. The mace was too shiny, which told me that he barely uses it. And his skin was almost deathly pale and looked way too skinny for his age. He swung his mace around in quick swings, followed by long, hard strikes.

The girl, who I thought was a younger sister at first, had too many similarities, also had brown hair and emerald green eyes. Though, unlike her twin, had more healthy looking skin and looked as if she was fed more. She wore a white cloak that covered a brown shirt and forrest green shorts, with orange knee and elbow pads and green arm guards. She also had butter yellow gloves. And on her back, a quiver was placed with a variety of arrows. And in her hands, a redwood bow was firing, providing cover for her twin.

I rushed towards the duo, had my horse stop as I launched myself towards a Fallen that was sneaking up behind the boy, and I successfully sliced it in half.

"Be careful around these parts." I told him.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the save." he replied. He swung his mace behind me. I ducked. The mace smashed itself into a Fallen.

"Hey watch it!" I shouted. He laughed. I stared at him blankly.

"Then you should watch your six then." he rebutted. He continued to fight a nearby Fallen.

The rest of the gang appeared and started to fight the fallen. Mark seemed to enjoy himself as he was hacking at the Fallen. Kaitlyn kept shouting "Eat the iron!" or "Taste the metallic taste of DEFEAT!" It was funny. I turned my attention away too long. I turned back to find a Fallen jab me in the stomach, claws tearing at my flesh. I fall to one knee.

I hear many voices, shouting my name, of varieties of it at least.

The last thing I saw was the twins rushing to my side as the fight ended.