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Perish heard the gates close behind him and gave a mental sigh of relief. Someone had reacted in time, now the villagers were in their hands. With a surge of energy he burst to his feet, knocking his assailant onto its side and stabbing it in the stomach. To late he realized a flying sickness had wheeled to target him. He couldn't turn around in time. Suddenly a shot rang out. Perish turned in time to see a warrior approach wielding a fearsome black hand-gun. Perish brought his sword up in salute to show his thanks. With the gates closed the grounded Sickness all began to turn on them.

Perish jumped in front of his savior. He was panting in exhaustion, but he readied his weapons once again. He hated turning his back to a stranger, but he had little choice. The time for doubts has past. As he spoke to his new-found comrade he never took his eyes off the enemy. "You have to do something about the airborne Sickness, we have to stem the tide. Allow me to cover you." The wolf-like creatures began to spread out around them. Perish swiped at one who came to close. I wonder what is happening in the village? I must believe in my comrades.