Michael couldn't help but feel a deep sadness as he watched Layla try to stop the fighting. This was her village, her home, and it was tearing itself apart. He couldn't imagine what it must feel like to see your own people killing each other.
As he followed Layla into the fray, he couldn't help but notice the desperation in her eyes. She was fighting to save the people she cared about.
"Stop it! I believe that you can wield a great sword now!" someone's voice called out nearby, but it was drowned out by the sound of clashing swords and screams.
Layla intervened in one of the fights, swinging her hammer and knocking out one of the combatants. Michael could see that she had chosen her target carefully, hitting the one who wasn't showing any sign of regret or sadness over what was happening. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
"Why is he fighting you?" Layla ask. her voice filled with sorrow and anger.
