Jacques was riding with Ziel, they held a steady pace and in two days, the outskirts of Old Oberron was visible on the horizon. Near the town, a young couple was enjoying the fresh breeze and the bright sunny day. The boy with the small man on his back opened the door to the infirmary. The sheriff nodded. “Do what you must.”
Scarlett tried to warn her brother in time, but one of the cloaked men managed to stab him with a short sword. Although Dylan did not make a sound, he had to stagger back. As the sword was pulled back from Dylan’s stomach, blood started gushing out. If anything, this has made him only madder. ‘I need to get to him before he loses too much blood.’ Scarlett tried to subdue her foe, but he was extremely agile and did not leave any opening for her to use. Dylan on the other hand did not look for any openings; he simply used sheer force to make one.