Plot- In the middle of a Silverhand attack, One of the twins is captured and injured and taken back to one of the Silverhand bases and OC finds them.
Vilkas growled and swung his sword at the on coming silverhand. He had trained hard and knew he could win this battle. He could hear his brother yelling and telling him to be careful.
"I'll be careful brother,"
He hoped that his brother would be careful to. He used his great sword to kill another Silverhand that was upon him. He was worried about Farkas, but he knew that his brother was a good fighter so he would have to trust him that things would work out ok. Vilkas had to stay very alert.
"I don't want you hurt though," Farkas said, he fought with his sword too, he could have easily turned into a werewolf and wiped them out, but he knew he shouldn't when people could see.
He knew his brother hardly changed into his werewolf form if he could help it. He watched as Vilkas took down another.
Vilkas growled as he felt one of the silverhand strike his arm. He was in pain from where he was hit.
He panted a bit, he realized some his armor had come loose and fallen off. Brilliant he was exposed.
Though luckily for him, it wasn't anywhere too danger. He swung his blade trying to block out the next attack.
Either because he wasn't paying attention, or because he was tired. He got knocked down and he passed out.
He could feel his ribs break as he hit the ground though. Last thing he heard was his brother calling his name.
The Silverhand dragged him off.
Farkas growled 'VILKAS!" he yelled. he saw his brother get dragged off. He had to find his brother.
He thought he knew where one the bases was, he just hoped he was right. Farkas just went on his own.