Due to his momentum, the direct hit from his back and on his knees, he stumbled forward, and onto the ground, nearly dropping the mutant and the boss from his grasps. Exhaling deeply, he decided to rest as he slowly dropped to one knee. As soon as he did, the other children, dressed in prinsoner's garbs saw what had happened, and began to circle their fallen "brother." They knew of his stories, of the boy which was to be kept away from the others, he was first prisoner of the camp.
One of the children, a young girl who still retained her angelic innocent features stood in front of the group. Her rosy cheeks where only highlighted by her deep blue eyes. Raising her arms before her, the winds began to pick up, forming a wall of wind around her, the few others, and NYM 0.
One of the teenagers, about 16 yrs old, whose eyes were shut, but opened a few times as she began speaking. Her eyes were pale but looked around, a telltale sign of blindness. She began speaking in a sagely manner, calm, and confident.
"There is no need for violence... we must flee... flee from the captors."