The abnormal shrieking of Friday’s blade caused Jake to flinch as he backed away from the new assailants. They just kept showing up one after another: people who were mindlessly trying to kill each other for some reason. And to make things worse, no one seemed to know where they were or how they got there. Jake reached for his belt, grabbing at the daggers he had only just holstered. Friday was already busy fighting a tall man, leaving the other attacker unchecked.<br/><br/>The larger armoured man drew a gigantic axe-like weapon from his back, hefting it onto his shoulder. The thing must have weighed a ton, but the man handled it like it was nothing. There was no way in hell that Jake would be able to fight this guy at all. He’d never even been in an unarmed fist fight before, let alone this kind of carnage. The man’s gaze passed over Jake’s frozen figure for a moment, causing his stomach to drop. He sneered and turned back to his companion, clearly determining that Jake wasn’t a threat.<br/><br/>Then, he lifted his axe, preparing to attack Friday who was already engaged in combat. Jake swallowed. She was a deadly fighter, but he didn’t know if she could take on both attackers at once like that. What if she was killed?<br/><br/>“Watch out!” he called to her.<br/><br/>But it wasn’t like he could really help her in any way. Jake’s dagger trembled slightly in his hands; an involuntary action caused by the high amounts of adrenaline passing through his body. Accompanying this was a feeling of uselessness as he continued to watch the battle. If he stepped into that fray, he would get torn apart for sure. There was nothing he could do here…<br/><br/>“Damn it!” Jake cried, and charged straight for the armoured man’s exposed back, blade first.