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Damion swung the sword like his master had taught him. Before each strike he delivered a quick prayer for forgiveness. The blood was pumping his his veins, he felt that old feeling like he did when he was training. The sword had connected and the beast was soon fell. When the battle was over he quickly prayed for the dead so that they may find their way into His arms and be forgiven. Damion crossed himself and said amen. He looked up and heard the screams for help. Damion ran after Rune and the knight.

By the time Damion had reached them, the battle was over and Rune was carrying the child to the church. He followed them to his resting place and his Lords house. He grabbed the keys out of his pocket, but then saw that Rune kicked down the door. Damion led them to the door of his little apartment. It was modest; a bed, a table with a few chairs, a fireplace and a bookshelf. "Quickly my friends, I must see to the girl." Damion said motioning to the group that it was safe to enter. He put Gwens' sword against the door way and saw Rune placing the girl on his bed. He got a bucket of water from a corner of the room that he kept for drinking water. It was boiled first so if the plague was transferred by water, he couldn't get it. Damion ripped off a piece of his robe and dampened it in the bucket. He knelt over the girl and botched her head with the cool liquid.

"It isn't much, but its enough for what we need it for," Damion said sitting down after rubbing the girls head with the damp rag. "I thank God, that the girl isn't hurt. She has just fainted by all the excitement. All she needs now is rest and water. I've worked with a dozen of these infected folk before, and she doesn't meet any of the symptoms that go with being infected." He was exhausted, he hadn't fought since he was a knight in training.