Nathan cursed and sank back down into the place where he had been sitting... "Maybe your right... I ..." he closed his eyes, wanting to tell the dragon leave him, he however knew Borial wouldn't do it, and he felt dreadful guilt for leading the young flightless fledgling out of the safety of its cave to be only be taken in captivity or worse killed the next day.<br/><br/>"I am... sorry... I... I am slowing us down..." he gasped weakly and glanced around. "They'll come... I think I actually pissed the wrong people off this time," he chuckled weakly as he pulled out the back of silver dust... "I have a few tricks ... still up my sleeve," he announced as he tossed a thin cord over the long slender green branch of a red maple tree. Then tightly rapped the cord around the tree pinning the branch down in a cork screw motion, so that when anyone were come and set of the trip line, the branch spring upward slinging a cloud of silver dust in every direction!<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œMy Brother, pleaseâ€¦Let me attempt to help you,â€ </span><br/><br/>"Borial can't you see, I am busy setting up booby traps!" He growled, as hurriedly cutting sharp wooden stakes. "Watch your step," he warned, as he began placing then into shallow holes, with leaves and branches over to hide them. Nathan grunted as he flopped onto the ground panting by the river bank tiredly, and glanced up as Borial hovered over him with talons full of river moss.<br/><br/>,<span style="font-style: italic"> â€œThis is bad Nathanâ€ he growled </span><br/><br/>"So now you are a doctor?" Nathan chuckled grimly and winced as he pressed the moss onto the wound. "Okay...I have ...More traps to set and..." he gasped, and closed his heavy warm fevered eye lids. "Borial...Borial...where..." he began but words were fragmented and distant. His cold clamy hand moved up toward Borials talons, "Please...my sword... Don't let them take me alive..." he begged.