Snippet #2448617

Everyone is yelling and screaming. The cicadas! I turn to run as fast as I can, but hit a tree root and stumble. I turn around and a cicada is standing right behind me, a spear in it's hands.
"AHHHH!" I shreak, and skuttle backwards. The cicada raises the spear-
and it goes flying off into the air, harmless. The cicada howls in pain and falls to the ground, revealing Starheart standing behind it, a bloody sword in her hands. She kicks the body to the side and jumps back into the battle. I run into the tribe's main building and search desperately, hoping to find a weapon, knowing that I don't know how to use them even if I did find one.
I stumble into the hall, scanning the doors for a weapons room. I find a closet, I figure that will be as good a place as any to look for a weapon, and throw the door open. It is pitch black inside, going back about 5 feet and filled with shelves. On the shelves are cardboard boxes, I pick one at will and lift it down. Dresses. I try the next one, salt and pepper. I spin around, and in the dark my foot hits a shelf and it goes crashing to the ground, the contents of the boxes spilling out onto the floor. Digging through the pile, I see a glint of metal and lift the object out to see that it is a sword. It's a bit heavy for me but it will manage.
I dash back out into the open air. The battle is starting to die down and what cicadas are still alive are fleeing. I see Arionna struggling with a cicada, while another rushes to aid the first. Arionna's bow lies on the ground a few feet away, out of reach. I run up and dodge a cicada with a knife advancing towards me. I press the weapon into Arionna's hands and run off, a cicada chasing me.
The cicada continues to chase me. I run through the council house of the tribe, my feet slipping on the cool marble. The cicada has almost got me, I make one last dive over a Council table and slip on the ground. I hear the cicada scream and lift my head above the table in confusion. Elias, bloody and battered, is holding off the cicada with a large lance. I scream as I feel a probiscus brush my arm, then realize it is only the table cloth. My srceam reminded the cicada that I was still hiding and it makes a lunge for the table- right into Elias's sword. The cicada falls to the ground, dying. Elias sinks to his knees and falls over. I rush to him and see that he has a long gash on his arm, and is bleeding. I rip of the tablecloth and wince as the fancy dishes smash on the ground. I wrap the cloth around Elias's arm to stop the bleeding and try to drag him away. He is heavy and I myself am exhausted, and his dead weight only allows me to drag him to the corner of the Council house, behind the stage. I peek outside. The battle is no longer raging, and the survivors are regrouping, but too many lie still on the ground. "They must be going to the Dynastinae now," I think hazily, before lying down to rest.