"Alda...go, get him out of here and back to the car. I'll be right behind you and if I'm not get the hell out of here and back to camp." Brant stood in front of both of them, slicing his sword towards any of the monsters that came near. The kid grabbed a weapon so at least he had good instincts, but they needed to run and to run now. 


Bryn could feel something wrong. The way her heart stuttered and bile rose up in her throat, it was wrong and it was bad. She couldn't find her brother or Alda anywhere and it was not good.
"Ronin! Where did my brother and Alda go? They're in trouble...bad trouble." Bryn said, grabbing Ronin's arm. 
"They need help but I don't know where they are and I'm...I'm not a fighter." Bryn growled, feeling useless. Her brother always said it was for the best, that if they were both in a fight they'd be too worried about each other to actually fight but Bryn hated feeling useless like this. She was the daughter of a warrior, shouldn't see be one as well?