“Brother, they’re coming…what shall we do?,” she let out a stifle of cry as she took a small step backwards and hug her self looking mortified at the sight of the deep cliff as she imagined the horror of it.
He unsheated his own knife in his waist as the first man came roaring to struck his spear towards him which he blocked with his knife. Then he swiftly slit his throat looking like a warning to the crowd that are coming close. They were surprised he killed one of their own. However, instead of surrendering, they were more enraged at what he did so they all marched towards the both of them.
“Franciskus! No!” She shouted as they all struck him with a spear. He evaded the others but some had successfully wounded him.
“Please stop now! I beg of you, aunt Merila, uncle Viscus, aunt Hen
