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I look over to check on her and realize she's in trouble. The guard is on top of her, and he's getting ready to strike.
I have to help her. I don't know why, but I feel drawn to her. I feel compelled to keep her safe.
I run toward the guard and tackle him. Before he knows it, the guard is on the ground, and I'm over him, ready to fight.
I can hear the other guards yelling and looking for something to use to help. They see a branch nearby, and I know I'm in trouble. I look back and see that the other guards have picked up the branch, and they're running toward us.
I have to get this guy off of me. I push him away and jump to my feet. I know I only have a few seconds before the guards get to me, so I move back and get ready for the attack.
One of the guards throws the branch, a
