Bab 153: Holding out Through the Night

That sight alone was enough to wake me up. Whatever remnant of sleep had remined disappeared as another arrow flew by and struck the ground.

"Wake up!" I shouted as I dashed towards Vincent. Laying on the ground, he was an easy target for archers. As the others crawled out of their tents, clearly sleepy and not aware of the situation, I stepped in front of Vincent. 

I raised my hand and gathered the winds in my palm. If I could just blow the next volley of arrows away, we could still stand a chance. 

For a moment, the wind resisted me. I gritted my teeth and focused – our lives depended on this. I couldn't fail, not now of all times. I could hear the low whistle of the approaching arrows; I could see the glint of moonlight reflecting off them. 

A sudden wind, more powerful than I intended, swept the incoming arrows away. If I were a fraction of a second late, we'd all be dead, or gravely wounded.

"Wake up!" I shouted again.