CXVII. The Snatch
Dag continued to look at the locusts: burning, they were releasing the green substance of which their wings were impregnated, which was slowly extinguishing the fire.
After a few seconds, the bonfire died and darkness swooped on the three adventurers.
"I don't see anything! Light a torch, I can't see you!" said Karl, as he walked with his hands outstretched in front of him, to avoid crashing into some trees.
"Let's take the torches" Dag said, bending down.
"They should be here next to us... light one of them, Reidar" he said.
Reidar grabbed the torch stick and lifted it off the ground, looking for the flint in his pockets.
"Guys... fast... I hear something back here!" said Karl, frightened.
"What? What do you hear? Follow my voice, Karl, walk towards us!" said Dag, after kicking his flint out of his pocket.
"Give me, I'll turn it on" he said, tearing the torch out of Reidar's hands.
"Karl, keep following our voice" Dag continued.