Myrae was frozen in fear as she gazed up at the fearsome Trolloc. She knew it would only be seconds before she felt the bite of it's axe. But she could not move or think. Then her salvation came in the form of an Aiel spear, right in the Trolloc's throat. Shaking uncontrollably, she slid back down into the wagon, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could hear the screams of some of the Tuatha'an in the other wagons as they were butchered. The Trollocs were too many. Could they survive?

Her reprieve didn't last long. Soon she felt flames licking her body, and the Tinkers all rushed to be out of the wagon. Myrae was torn. Stay inside and face certain death by fire, or leave the wagon and face almost certain death by cruel Trolloc weapons? Neither would she relish. Feeling the flames get closer, Myrae jumped out of the wagon. The carnage made her gag. She could smell the blood.

Myrae turned her head and saw something that sent shivers down her spine and made her blood run cold. More fearsome than a Trolloc. One of the Eyeless. The Shadowman towered over a weaponless Aiel, the same who had saved her before. In an instant, she took in their situation. There were only three Aiel to fight for the helpless Tinkers. They couldn't afford to let even one die. She didn't have much time to think, for just then a Trolloc with the muzzle of a wolf came at her with a gruesome looking curved sword. She swiftly dodged the blow. She wouldn't fight. Her wits and speed were the only things that could save her now.

Fleeing from the one Trolloc brought her to a fallen one with a dagger sticking out of it's bloody eye. Fighting back her revulsion, she jerked the dagger out. "Aielman!" she shouted, and she tossed the dagger to the Aiel who faced the Myrddraal, praying who would catch it and live.

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I'm back!

Stalking backward, Baan watched the Myrddraal like a hawk as the eyeless one slithered toward his prey with unerring confidence and the arrogance of a man who could smell the blood of his enemy.

it all happened so fast...

'Aielman!' Came a cry from the wagons yet Baan had little time to react as the Fade lashed forward with lightning attack with a sword of shadow and death. Baan dodged quickly to the side and with fluid instinct and reaction, he reached up to clutch a dagger from the air that had been tossed by the tinker who had cried out to him. No sooner had Baan caught the dagger he had twisted his body on the ground and like an arrow the dagger flew from his grasp, deep into the chest of the Myrddraal. Leaping to his feet Baan sprant at the stunned shadowspawn, landing a flying kick against the throat, sending the Myrddraal crashing to the hard ground. Baan was relentless, he had no other choice. Kicking the sword from the clutch of the Fade, Baan came down on the Fade, headbutting, punching wildly the Aielman threw everything at the Myrddraal until he could dislodge the dagger from deep his chest. Again and again he thrust it deep into the chest, throat and face of the shocked and now doomed Myrddraal.

Pulling himself from the disifgured, dead yet still wildly thrashing corpse of the Myrddraal. Baan took in his surroundings... the fight was over. Destruction and Devastation was all he could see... Destruction, Devastation... and Death.

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