Tom desperately swung his sword to fend off a slash from the swift blade insect, the tremendous force numbing his arm, almost causing him to lose grip of the Broken Sword.
He stood in front of his parents, but more ant-like insects from the Insect Race surrounded them from the side.
"Tom... my child..." His mother's voice was full of despair.
Old Bill looked at his son's trembling yet still upright back, then at his lifelong companion, his old wife, and a resolute look flashed in his murky eyes.
He suddenly shoved Tom forcefully toward the exit, meanwhile using his body and outstretched arms like a protective hen guarding her chicks, blocking his wife from the insects.
"Run! Tom! Run fast! Don't look back!" Old Bill roared with all his life's strength.
"Father!" Tom stumbled from the push and turned back just in time to see the swift blade insect's Bone Blade, like a venomous snake, easily piercing through Old Bill's frail chest, blood gushing forth instantly.
