Jamison saw him. The dead man had already faded away, and his spirit seeped out of his body almost seeable along with the knife in his heart and the blood rushing out of him into the rain water that had splashed onto the floor.
It was the healer who had his final regrets that he had seen the Blackwold's treachery and he might of been spared.
It was his fate. Yet, Jamison felt sorry for the now useless body lying on the floor in the rain.
The Brigand standing near him, who had stabbed the poor healer in the heart, looked up at Jamison and Strider in fear realizing he had seen him. The man was already running away, but Strider's arrows were too fast and it pierced him in the ear. As they both watched him scream, fall on his hands and knees; and die.
'I wonder, young Jamison, if you had ever had pity for the enemy?' asked Strider thoughtfully.
Jamison was thinking. Had he? Does even Strider have pity for the enemy?
But even if so, what does pity have anything to do with battle? But it did, Jamison realized to himself.
Not all creatures of Middle Earth are completely Evil inside: there were the few who had once been kind and gentle folk, such as Hobbits. Perhaps there was a reason to pity them. But he never wanted that day to come.
But it wasn't today, fortunately to Jamison, that he found pity in the enemy. The Blackwold's were evil folk. They had chosen their path too intentionally and the darkness had already binded their will.
The first light that Jamison saw had quickly gone out without much damage on a nearby house.
The second light that Jamison saw was slightly bigger, but, it had to, burned out on the same house.
The third torch was the size of a normal kitchen vase, and as the fire spread, it also quickly burned out.
obviously frustrated, The Blackwolds set a huge nearby log on fire, punched a hole in the window of one of the civilian's homes, and threw the log inside.
After a little bit of waiting, the fire had spread all over the outside of the house and the inside. The Civilian's inside it were dead.
There was nothing they could do. They were all asleep
Another log and another house was set on fire and the Brigands kept going through the process before every house and building in Archet was destroyed.'Jamison,' said Strider to him. 'I never thought the Blackwolds were capable of doing such evil!'
But the Blackwolds were capable of such evil. They attacked the villagers who were still awake at this fateful hour of midnight and they went inside the houses and killed the few who remained alive and helpless in their burning huts.
The gate was open and the Blackwold-Brigands kept on pouring into Archet with no mercy or pity for any living creature today.
Alas, they came in with great numbers. The Blackwolds were ruthless and Strider and Jamison were continuously ambushed by groups of them coming in from all directions.
Jamison looked over to the east wall from where he stood. He saw the gate burst open, and the Hunter's of Archet coming in with few of their greatest soldiers.
So it had been true, they had come.
Jamison spotted Jon Brackenbrook amongst them, fighting his way into the Blackwold army, being as brave as he could be.