It's hard to be stealthy in total darkness but it's only totally dark for a few more steps. The light from a roaring bonfire adds enough light for contrast and you stay in the deeper shadows. As you approach you disappear and peer through the undergrowth at the campers, expecting a group of hikers or hunters. Instead you see:

It's the mushrooms, you tell yourself. It must have been the mushrooms. Either that or you've stumbled onto the set of the Hobbit and you're pretty certain they're out of Tolkien books to make movies from. You glance around for cameras in vain but there are none. In front of you is a tiny girl about to be squashed by a fat, wooden club. There's no way she'll survive. This is your chance to be a hero if you can convince you aching muscles to cooperate. Maybe her parents will even reward you! Or you can stay safely out of the way and let the girl defend herself; she's tiny but she doesn't look young or naive.

I'll hold tight for a moment

One cannot sit idly by as another faces certain death