Francis sighed. He did not want, or enjoy, confrontation.
“Brothers you are far too wild for this country habitat - go back to the town where you belong. Leave my land or it will not go well for you."
"An empty threat" spat the young girl's attacker as he moved a step closer to the monk.
"We have greeted thee in friendship and yet you refuse our fidelity - who are you to interrupt our recreations? A crazed wild man who denounced his very own?" He added this emphatically.
He had said this standing up, and was still naked waist down. The soldier picked the spear from the dirt and drove it hard into Francis's foot.
Straightaway there came an uncanny hum from close by in the trees. Seconds later a dense black cloud fell upon them. It was the swarm still following behind.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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