Raven was right - everyone had returned from a days hunt, but some others had returned as well. Arthur and Raven entered camp to a terrible sight. A squad of guards, dressed in silver and wielding spears and torches, were attacking the camp. Arthur's eyes widened, and he ran into camp ahead of Raven. "What are you doing here?!" he shouted. "How did you find this place?!"<br/>The guards turned to him and one shouted, "Our Prince has returned!" The guards ran to Arthur smiling and cheering. Then, one of their eyes widened. "Lord! There's a werewolf behind you!" he shouted, and raised his spear and thrusted it at Raven. From his training with Raven, it looked almost as if the guard was going in slow motion as his heightened battle senses kicked in - he grabbed the wooden shaft of the spear and broke it in his hand, and with his other he punched the guard in the chest. The silver buckled and there was a sound of cracking ribs as the guard couched up blood and fell to his knees. The other guards looked at Arthur bewildered and took a few nervous steps back.<br/>Arthur turned to Raven and smiled. "I'll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right." With that, he rushed towards the guards.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk