Jill swayed a little, her body dimply noting that something about her left ankle felt wrong. But she was still too dazed, to shocked at the sudden turn of events, at the feeling of sticky blood on her hands, and this man appearing to attack her attackers.
She looked around trying to spot Salma, but the woods were silent around them. It felt like time stood still. This little clearing was part of a dream world, a bubble where everything was strange and unrealistic.
When her saviour gestured with his head, she fell back some paces behind him, numbly, without thought. Somewhere inside, a voice was screaming for her to move, to act, to do something. But she had never seen death quite like this, never felt death as she had just moments ago. And therefore, she could only stand there and stare as more bandits approached.