Vadesh had been held hostage for weeks now. Everyday his captors would come in to the tent they held him in and tortured him, thinking they could get valuable information for their next raid. Today was not one of those days. It was early in the morning. Vadesh was still sitting tied to a chair, blood running down his face and soaking his robes. He had heard his guards outside the tent talking. They seemed to be very relaxed, not expecting retaliation. Thats when he heard it. Hooves pounding the ground, metal clanking and feathers fluttering. Vadesh began to worry. He had heard of the increasing intensity and brutality of the raids. Sweat began to run down his face as every worry he could possibly have raced through his mind. Then he heard steel clashing and screams of pain. He noticed his guards were gone, presumably off fighting the attackers. He heard frantic yelling, but some of it was Fernusi. Then a Fernusi soldier, plated in steel and covered in blood, burst into the tent. "General, hes in here!" More soldiers rushed in, cutting Vadesh's binds and carrying him to safety at a Fernusi military outpost where his wounds will be treated. This daring rescue solidified the strengh of the new Fernusi army and made it clear that there will be no compromise with the raiders.