Thovren's head hurt, and it hurt a lot. He swore to whatever god could hear him that he would fire a bolt right up that mans.... He opened his eyes to a strange noise. It was dark and cold. Was this death? Did that bastard actually kill him? He wasn't in the village and he couldn't see anything. He still felt a hand on his shoulder but the lack of light coupled with the blurred vision from his headache made it impossible to see a face. 
But what if this wasn't a heaven like he hoped? He expected more light and less, well less gloom. Well if this wasn't a heavenly plane who was this dark figure beside him? Mabye he was alive but this was one of the creatures who came to finish him off? Well like the hells he was going down without a fight. His hand let go of his empty crossbow and he sprang quickly. Knocking himself into the other boy and scrambling for any bolt that managed to stay in his quiver despite the fall. When he found on of the remaining bolts he started to thrust it upwards into the creatures neck when his vision started to clear. And the darkness was no so blinding as his eyes adjusted. 
“Dakin?” he looked clearly puzzled.. Was this the boy who spent all his time with the druids? He remembered seeing him the odd time in the woods. Only speaking to him once or twice. “Umm...” he looked down at the bolt in his hands and more importantly near Dakin's throat. “Right, I'm really sorry about this.” he put the bolt away and released his hold on Dakin's shirt before he pushed himself to his feet. He held out a hand to help Dakin up. “I thought for a second you were one of those,” he paused trying to remember if he indeed actually saw whatever it was that swept through the town. “Things that attacked us.” he decided 'thing' was the best word for now. “I assumed you were coming to kill me”.
He sighed in relief and hoped Dakin could forgive him for that “It sounds really quiet up there” he nodded to the village on the hill. It was midnight so it was possible that all the adults were just asleep after a hard day of fighting off goblins or something. “Did we win?” he asked. For all he knew Dakin was awake for hours before he found him. He reached down and picked up his crossbow and kicked around the grass for any more of his bolts that were visible in the moonlight. “Why are you coming back to the village? I thought you could hide better in the woods than anywhere else?” He found a handful, that brought him back up to nine, gods know where the last one was. But he removed it from his mind. He was a member of the militia. He had to get back into the village as fast as possible to lend what aid he could. “Well if your awake now I advise you keep your head down. At least until we know if everyone is ok.” He recocked his crossbow and this time loaded it with a fresh bolt. Now he was ready to kill. 
He scrambled his way up the hill back towards the town. When he reached the open, gate through the town wall, which worried him. If they had one that gate would have been sealed almost instantly. He held his weapon at the ready as he set about wandering the village for survivors, his fingers ready to pull the trigger and kill the first, unnatural thing he saw.