I glance over at Beka, who is fighting Wes then they were gone. I can’t find her though I because I am in the fight of my life. I fall to the ground again. I struggle getting up, but Master Bill swooshes his bow staff and I fall to the ground, in pain.

“That is enough!” Yells Master Jone as he finishes off another appointment and heads for Master Bill and I. “To fight someone not your own strength is to be a coward.”
“Don’t give me any of that poetic crap!” Yells Master Bill. “As soon as I finish off the kid, your next old man.”
“We will have to see about that!”

Master Jone whacks Master Bill in the back. Master Bill turns and whacks up, Master Jone blocks. Then Master Jone Jumps in the air and kicks, pushing Master Bill back. They fight and I find the strength within me to stand up and search for Beka. What I find is this from Wes:

This is going to be the dawn of a new age Beka! Industrial magic will rule the power and to World! First we get rid of all you. Then we steal your energy.

What?