The Journey Begins: Section 007: Escape Herrion Market
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As the bearded man lunged forward, Aranor swiftly drew his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light of the storage space. Steel clashed against steel, the sharp ring of metal echoing through the small shelter. Aranor's movements were precise and calculated, each swing of his sword met with an equally fierce counter from the bearded man.
"Elenya, run!" Aranor shouted over his shoulder, his voice urgent yet unwavering. "Head to our next destination. I’ll meet you there!"
Elenya's heart pounded in her chest, fear and panic threatening to overwhelm her. She clutched the glowing fruit of Viva tightly, her hands trembling. For a moment, she hesitated, torn between staying to help Aranor and fleeing as he instructed. The sight of Aranor fighting valiantly to protect her, his face set in grim determination, spurred her into action.
With tears welling in her eyes, Elenya turned and bolted from the shelter, the rain-soaked streets of the village blurring as she ran. Her mind raced with worry for Aranor, fear for her own safety, and the weight of their mission. She knew she had to trust Aranor and reach Manaria Village.
Back in the storage space, Aranor parried a fierce strike from the bearded man, the force of the blow sending vibrations up his arm. His opponent was strong and relentless, but Aranor's resolve was unbreakable. He fought with a singular focus: to protect Elenya and ensure her safe passage.
The bearded man snarled, his eyes filled with malice. "You can't protect her forever," he spat, swinging his sword in a wide arc.
Aranor deftly dodged the attack, countering with a swift strike that forced the bearded man to stagger back. "I don’t need forever," Aranor replied through gritted teeth. "Just long enough."
The fight continued, each combatant pushing the other to their limits. Aranor managed to disarm the bearded man with a well-timed maneuver, sending the enemy's sword skittering across the ground.
Breathing heavily, Aranor stepped back, keeping his sword raised. "Stay away from us," he warned.
The bearded man glared at Aranor, but without his weapon, he was at a disadvantage. With a final, hate-filled look, he turned and fled into the shadows.
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