Tackled

Coming running out of the alleyways, Tarmen and Silina were coming close to the harbour area of the city.

Up ahead, maybe hundred metres, they could see a few buildings burning, flames leaping high into the night sky.

They saw the shapes of dark robes running around the area, all armed, with swords, bows and knives. They seemed to be coming upon a much larger group than the one that was following them.

Silina's attempts at covering their tracks with dust and sand were not effective as it would have been in the desert, plus she had not fully recovered from her ordeal during the Trials.

She looked up to see a huge black shape barrel into Tarmen sending the man flying into through the air and crashing hard on the ground, scattering along the pavement and wooden planks of the pier. Another figure emerged from nearby sending a couple of hard kicks at the falling man.

All around she could hear shouts, and ondulating sounds be exchanged in the night. She could hardly make out what they were saying. It sounded Ozainae but a kind she had never heard before.

As she turned to raise her hands to help Tarmen who was now on the ground surronded by two large men, a rope snaked around her outstretched arm, lopping itself around her hand and wrist as she was yanked backwards violently.