When the boy is about within ten feet of killing us, Eric springs toward him, knife at the ready. The other guy is just as fast. He turns his body a tad to the right and jumps a little into the air, so at contact he flips over, but by the time the two hit the ground, Eric is at the bottom of the pile.
Oh great, now we’re engaged in a knife fight.
The sandy haired kid kicks the knife out of Eric’s hand which lands a few feet off to the side of them. Oh no. Taking advantage of Eric’s momentary delay, the kid jumps up and once again charges toward us, his eyes locked on me.
I know I should have run or moved or something, but suddenly my feet are pasted to the ground with nowhere to go.
Eric by this time is up and running. He slides his feet out and hits the boy in the knees. The kid takes the knife and slams it into the soft ground a few inches from my feet.
“Get her out of there! Fast!” Sandy Hair yells at me while signaling at Ness, still in the net, and being dragged backwards by his ankles by Eric.
Nobody had to tell me twice. While the boys continued to wrestle, I grabbed the net and began to work on cutting Ness loose.
“It’s getting tighter!” Ness exclaimed.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Watch the net. I can feel it tightening around me!”
I paused for a moment and looked at the net. It was tightening. If I didn’t get Ness out of there soon, who knows what would happen to her.
Behind me, the fight is sounding pretty even, both guys are taking a serious amount of hits but seem to be able to send them right back.
I’m sawing vigorously on Ness’ ropes, but they are moving too fast.
“Hold on. One more.” I get the knife through another string and Ness falls right out the bottom. She is virtually fine, but has a few rope burns on her arms.
The sound of breaking skin brings us back to the battle. There has to be some way we can help. I figure if we try to jump into the middle and gang up, we’ll just be destructive to Eric. Idea. I reach down to the ground to grab the knife but Ness is one step ahead of me. She snatches it up.
“Eric! Knife!” She yells.
Ness catches the unknown boy off guard, giving Eric the time to adjust his weight just enough to send them flipping across the ground landing them with Eric pinning the guy to the ground.
Ness tosses him the knife. A perfect catch. Eric raises the dagger above his head (not trying to be dramatic, but to get some power behind it) and…
“Alex! Stop him! Get him off me!” It’s the green-eyed boy, inside my head. Without thinking,
“Stop!” I vociferously demanded. I’m sure Eric heard me, but just to make sure I darted over and snatched the knife out of his hand. Although Eric still had the kid with sand colored hair pinned to the ground, I had all three sets of eyes on me.
One pair was green.