Aeron looked at the riders who surrounded him. At first, he couldn't tell who they were, but when he looked closer at their rough clothes, strange marks, and weapons, he realized.
Nomads… he whispered to himself.
How could they be here? What were they doing on this plain? What did they want?
A thousand questions filled his mind, but there was no time for answers. Everything was happening too fast.
Aeron quickly grabbed his sword and took a stance. He knew he was surrounded, but he thought maybe, just maybe, he could fight them off.
The first man charged at him from the front. Clang! Clang! Aeron moved faster and struck harder. With the back of his sword, he hit the man down, leaving him unconscious.
Then more of them rushed at him. Aeron fought on the defense, stepping back, and blocking their strikes. He wasn't trying to kill, only to hold them off, only to survive. But as the attacks became more fierce, he began to strike back.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
