I gripped the tree branch and kicked the warrior knocking the sword from his hands.

     "That's it.

 I have no more patience for you."

He gripped my throat.

I can't breath.

                                                               Meanwhile...

     "I could smell it.

 One of us, A Fazerta.

And a Mlatan.

I better hurry or it might be over for the Fazerta.

I silently ran through th trees, stopping at a clearing.

I sniffed the air.

This is it.

Time to make my move.