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Fryma hoisted Moni onto his back and began to run. "Don't worry about your mother and sister. I've asked a water spirit opposed to the fighting to watch over them. With the river nearby, he'll have an easier time watching them," he called over his shoulder. "Swiftfoot is going to be commanding half our forces while you and I will command the other half. You know these men better than any of us. It is my hope that you can tell me what they might do in what order and where. If you can, it will be a great help."

Fryma nodded. "What weapons would they use? Knives, spears, guns?" He gestured to the non-supernatural animals. "Almost anything can hurt them. They can hurt the supernatural, too, but not as badly. We need to know how to protect the vulnerable ones."

Fryma nodded and gave the orders, shouting so as to be heard in the back. The birds flew off to position themselves as Moni had said while Fryma arranged the animals and other creatures according to strength and power. Swiftfoot, to Fryma's intense relief, took a position in the front lines, more than ready to take over the chain of command once the lines had advanced.

They waited in silence for the villagers to make their way into the forest. While they waited, Fryma rubbed Moni's back, trying to comfort him. When they arrived, Fryma shouted the attack signal and ran with the second line to help.

Fryam and Swiftfoot directed th forest army for what seemed like four days but was really only about half a day, the supernatural creatures shooting as much energy as possible at the invaders. About lunch time, Fryma had to fall back to consult with Moni again. "We've destroyed their front lines. What about sneak attacks they might try to pull? Is there anything about them we need to know," he asked urgently, trying to be gentle at the same time.

Fryma nodded. "Send troops to the far side of the forest! Attack anyone who tries to sneak in. Protect this forest with your lives," he yelled commandingly, pointing to the areas he wanted troops to be positioned.

Fryma wrapped an arm around Moni's waist, trying to be comforting and commanding at the same time. "It's almost done," he assured the boy.

Finally, one of the mayor's henchmen stepped from behind the tree Fryma and Moni were near. "Our men are defeated, tired, and famished. However, we will continue to fight until this cursed forest is destroyed and you and all your supporters are dead!" Fryma let go of Moni, glaring with a passion he'd never felt before. Drawing upon all his strength, spiritual and otherwise, he released a spell in his tongue, the ancient language. It lit up the sky, the forest, and everything within two miles, striking any opposers dead on the spot and ending their battle.