There were ten or twenty of them damned Moonblood followers. I was the best soldier on the field, but even a legend can be outnumbered. A soldier leaped for my throat but missed and landed in the dust. I ran like the wind back to camp to get medical supplies but I wasn't fast enough. The crowd engulfed me and soon I was fighting ten to one. When my strength failed me again I ran, but this time only a boy with a dagger followed. I stopped and the boy stopped a couple yards away from me as well. "YOU MURDERER!! You killed my friends-MURDERED MY FAMILY!!! THEY DID NOTHING WRONG!!!" I was genuinely surprised. This scrap of a boy was challenging m