Suddenly, a group of rival tribesmen dropped down from the trees above and surrounded them. Wolf took out his knife and stood in front of Raven as they closed in.<br/>Francis heard shouting from the forest, and he turned to see a huge pillar of smoke. He quickly put away his sketches and jumped off the church into a hay bale. He climbed out and raced towards the forest. When he reached where the smoke was, he saw a group of tribesmen circling Wolf, Raven, a man who looked like an elder, and a few others. Francis climbed into a tree, took out his invention, aimed it at the fire, and shot. The fire exploded, sending fire and splinters and setting the rival tribesmen on fire. Some died, and all the others fled into the woods on fire. Francis dropped down from the tree, and turned to the others. Wolf stood in front. Oh no, Francis thought to himself as Wolf ran towards him.<br/>Wolf ran towards Francis in a rage - not only for their fight earlier, but also because he wanted to be the one to save Raven. Before Francis could react, Wolf drove his knife through his arm and into the tree behind him. Francis yelled in pain, pulling the trigger of his invention as he whipped his hand back. The explosion sent Wolf flying backwards - the blast had hit him square in the face, instantly killing him. He laid on the ground dead, half of his face severely burned and his clothes on fire. Francis stood horrified at what happened. He ripped the knife out of his arm and ran away into the woods crying - not from the pain, but because he had killed Wolf.