Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 12]

The end of the tunnel approached quickly, and it opened out suddenly into a wide hall or amphitheatre. It glowed orange and the flickering shadows made it obvious a fire was somewhere down below. Qrow ducked and moved forward, leading us through the door and quickly to the left. We'd come out onto some kind of balcony, and though I couldn't see over the top I knew there were plenty of people down below, if only from their voices. The right-hand path led to a rough staircase leading down, but Qrow took us opposite, away from that and the route those behind were no doubt taking.

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Blake and Yang reached the tunnel, as did Nora and Ren – but at the moment where Pyrrha pushed off and moved across the balcony, the pillar beneath buckled. The ground beneath her gave way, sloping back, and she lashed out to grab onto something for purchase. She chose my shoulder.

It was a mistake.

With the floor going from flat to diagonal, my balance was shot, and the hand clamping down on my shoulder ruined it altogether. I fell back and slid down, and when Ruby tried to catch my foot she was hauled off the balcony as well. The three of us crashed down below, landing in a cloud of dust among the villagers knelt in the middle of the theatre. Bodies pressed down on me from every direction as blank-faced men and women held us down. I managed to tear an arm free and try to draw my sword, but four more arms pushed down on me from behind, driving me face-down into the tiled floor. The villagers were working with the Greycloaks.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 12]