I looked at Xavion, who shifted his position, backing toward a large rock to prevent being surrounded. Padrone and Whisper worked together and tried to flank him, but he engaged them in a swift, deadly dance of steel. Parrying a strike from the left, he countered with a kick that sent one rogue sprawling, then swung his sword in a wide arc, narrowly deflected by the other rogue's club. Just as the fight seemed stalemate, the rogue leader charged, swinging his heavy club with a roar.
"Don't worry about your mate, he'll be taken care of shortly." The rogue said, and pulled my hand, throwing me off the ground.
He's making me weaker, he's trying to lose my strength.
My bitten shoulder ached even more as I landed on that side.
I have to use this cane. This cane is my only miracle.
But how?
"What are you going to do with me?"
