"ENEMY RAID!" A cry echoed, shooting Oliver awake. Looking to his right, he saw Jeremy lazily rise. Bells echoed, and Oliver didn't hesitate and jumped up.
"QUICKER!" Oliver screamed at Jeremy, finally making him awaken, and he grabbed his breastplate. Slipping it on, Jeremy skillfully went around and tightened the fastenings. Whilst Jeremy secured his armour, Oliver tightened the laces on his boots and grabbed a small herb from his pouch, placing it between his teeth and grinding it into paste. After a minute, he swallowed and picked up his sword. "Take a knife and stay here. The tent catches fire, run out and hide. Anyone who comes in, kill. Do not hesitate, Jeremy, or you will die."
With that, Oliver ran out and saw the fire in the distance around the camp, as shrill cries echoed from men on horseback. Running around, he saw the camp in panic as commanders quickly tried to rally their men, creating an incoherent sound of war cries and orders.
