"It'll.. It'll be alright.." [i]The fighting seemed to have been kept to the exterior of the camp, until Oliver was suddenly surrounded.[/i] [i]A blade whistled towards the young man's neck from his left, as he would suddenly duck, only to grab his cross guard and drive the weapon through his attacker's abdomen. The attacker was a robed woman, wrapped within light leather and shawls to protect from sand, but not blades, as she was pierced and sent to the ground. Oliver would turn back, to face off against three like the woman, brandishing curved swords. He ensured that Mion was behind him, his eyes flickering to her for a second.[/i] "...[i]Run[/i]."