Drawing a short sword he had slung on his belt, Branden renewed his running, struggling to cut the ground that was between him and the Mex guard.
The two panted as they sprinted, almost the only sound that was heard in the forest, other than an occasional swish of wind or croak of a night creature.
Branden slowly gained on his opponent, and when he was close enough, reached out with one hand and struck out hard with the short sword.
The guard let out a cry as it nipped his left shoulder, and he stumbled in his escape. It was all Branden needed to finish the running and start the fighting.
Branden leaped onto him and the two began to grapple hard. The Mex guard grew frantic and threw the Ice army leader off of him.
Branden landed on his back, hitting the ground with a thud and a painful grunt. He was slightly stunned, and the running Mex guard used that to his advantage. He leaped quickly to his feet and began to run again, leaping right over Branden to get away.
Branden saw the Mex guard leap, and his hands shot up, grasping the Mex guard’s soft boots and dragging him down.
The Mex guard landed hard, and then rolled over on his back.
Branden lunged for him, ready to end the fight, but the Mex guard lashed out with both feet, catching Branden hard in the stomach.
Branden gasped and doubling over, fell once again to the dirt. The Mex guard scrambled up and drew his short hunting dagger, lunging at Branden’s neck with it. Branden deflected the oncoming blade with his wrist, and then smashed a fist that crossed the Mex guard’s face, splitting open his skin and sending the man flying backward with a cry of pain.
Branden then lunged for him, but the Mex guard rolled with him, throwing him to the ground. The two battled furiously for several long seconds, until finally the Mex guard threw Branden off and leaped to his feet. Branden tried to get up, be he slipped and fell again.
The Mex guard kicked him hard in the chest, and then began to run as the Ice leader doubled up and gasped in pain.
Branden’s opponent disappeared into the darkness of the forest, and Branden knew that he would not catch him.
Slowly raising himself to his feet, he gingerly touched his chest, and feeling that it wasn’t to bad, he retrieved his short sword and began to walk back to camp.
Some of the men were up, and they quickly rushed over when they saw him limping toward them.
“What happened, sir?” one man asked, quickly supporting Branden and letting him lean against him.
“Mex guards,” Branden muttered. “Someone . . . spying on our camp. Fought him . . . get the soldiers ready to fight.”
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