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Blood blurring his vision, Nova stumbled backwards a pace from his enemy's lash. This fight was doomed to start from, and though he had a brief glimmer of hope when he saw that BattleDemon was alright for now, his faith was crushed when he saw that Durandel was downed. Should he run? Should he get help? But who would help? The Ausi? No, they wouldn't want to help a Cancius, and especially not an Alva. What about going and getting the Tenneth? No, they would kill him before he got out two words. Maybe he should just jump in one of those traps. It would be safer to be five meters off the ground anyway.

Nova breathed. He was thinking to much and fighting too little.

Just then, a bolt of flame soared over his head and crashed into the forest behind him, starting a small fire. There was shouting and war cries coming from further up the hill. It was the Tenneth. Nova took this moment of confusion to send two icy blades at his attacker, and was satisfied to see one clip the ear and the other to slash the flank of the other wolf. Nova hurled himself at the other wolf. So what if the Tenneth overtook them. At least he would take this demon down with him.