As Brenzen made to stand, he felt a sudden rush as the memories returned in full force, driving all other thought from his mind.
He sat on the ground, examining the miniforge his parents had bought for him. He heard the door open, the pounding of feet, and looked up to see his mother sprint into the house, slamming the door.
"They are here!" she cried, racing for the back room.
From behind him, Brenzen heard his father curse under his breath, "Then we must flee quickly. There is no time."
"They're too close. Take Brenzen and run. I will hold them here."
Brenzen looked back and forth between his parents, confusion on his face. What was going on here?
"That's preposterous. If you are fighting, then so will I!"
"Then who will take care of Brenzen?" His mother asked, walking over and kissing his father on the cheek, "You must go, now, before they get here."
His parents stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then his father nodded. His father pulled a small lever in the wall behind him, and the wall hissed open to reveal two sets of armor, one metal and one studded leather, along with a sword, shield, bow, and a quiver of arrows. His dad grabbed the bow and arrows off of their hanging place while his mother pulled on the steel armor. As they finished, a low explosion echoed from outside. His mother cursed.
"They are here. Go, now!"
As his father guided Brenzen out the back door, Brenzen caught a glimpse of his mother standing in front of 10 robed figures, all of whom held daggers in their hands. HE slowed, resisting his fathers efforts to pull him.
"MOM!!!!"
The figures attacked, and Brenzen watched as his mother cut down one, then another.
"Son, we must go!" His father pleaded, but Brenzen refused to move.
Another figure approached the house, and even from a distance Brenzen felt a chill go down his spine. His mother hand finished killing all of her assailants, but she was exhausted, barely able to hold her sword upright.
His father's grip on his shoulders tightened, "you have to run, son. I will buy you as much time as I can."
His father ran past him, knocking an arrow into his bow and firing it at the figure. With impossible speed, the a dark iron sword flashed from beneath the figure's cloak, slashing the arrow in two.
PPE: It may have been, that would explain how you missed many of the bugs.