For Drake, everything that happened next was like a blur. He just reacted instinctively. "Drake, STOP!" Dusk yelled, but it was too late.
For Drake, everything that happened next was like a blur. He just reacted instinctively. "Drake, STOP!" Dusk yelled, but it was too late. Drake had already begun to lower the candlestick with a crushing blow. He struck the figure on the head with all of his might. The figure crumbled to the floor. Before Drake could even move, Dusk had jumped up and ran over to the figure. "It is your brother!" Dusk said as she rolled the figure over. Drake was still in shock; first of all that Talon could even possibly know that he was at this house in the middle of no where. Secondly, that Dusk knew that he had a brother. He never told her that he had a brother. The only relative that he even mentioned was his father. "He is hurt, aren’t you going to help him?" Dusk asked again, now cradling the figure’s head in her lap.