Ultstadt wrote:
Jaafan grinned, despite the pain in his shoulder and the captives that hadn’t made it to the forrest, he’d helped many escape, at least so far.
Continuing to pull the two young children along with him, Jaafan burst in to the jungle and kept running. First he needed to put enough tree and foliage between himself and the volucreth to avoid javelins, then he planned on steering himself toward where the strange made had come through the forrest. The shouts of the terror birds suggested that they had run in to more than just a single frightened male, and there was a chance that bold warriors had tracked the Volucreth. Jaafan wasn’t content with just escaping. If he could find these warriors and join them in killing these foul birdmen he would be eager for the fight.
Jaafan burst from the jungle and found himself face to face with three startled looking men, two whirling slings and another carrying a thin iron blade....he released the two children at his side to continue running as he faced the men.