Killian couldn’t fight Onyx any longer. He was bloody, broken, and bruised while Onyx didn’t have a scratch on him. If he hadn’t had his praecant, to block his blows, he would have been dead already. In every inch of his body, he didn’t want to die but he didn’t know how he could keep holding on. Onyx was stronger, faster, better than Killian. Killian could feel his longing to fight dwindling. Onyx hit him hard again and he fell. His shoulders shook as he tried to pick himself up again. Onyx flipped him over, so he was on his back. He pulled a knife out of his coat and came for Killian’s throat. A deafening scream boomed through the camp with a forceful wind. Pieces of burnt material bounced out of the fire from the noise and began setting the left-over tents on fire. Everyone fighting in
