"Auren!"
The voice came again, and this time he recognized it. Sable. He looked back—she had just arrived on the scene. Holding the blood-stained sword, Auren had no idea what to say to her. There was shock in her eyes—fear, and genuine worry for him. Auren simply pulled his eyes away from her and focused back on the blonde-haired noble boy.
Auren stepped forward, the eagle getting alert and screeching in his face. He was not worried about the thing though—the boy had still not managed to pull the sword out, and seeing Auren walk nearer had only made his efforts worse.
Auren raised his sword again to freeze the shaking guy with fear. It worked better than it should have—he pulled out the guy's sword and held it in his left hand. It was bigger than his own in size but still lighter. Then he looked back and said to the men gathered around them,
"Find rope and bind these fools. Someone heat a blade and cauterize that wound."
