He was moving between his men, when he felt like they were being watched. With the rain, it was difficult to see, and he settled on his bed roll feeling uneasy. Perhaps it was the rain, but it could have just been the way things had been going recently where everything was just... going awfully. It felt like his eyes had only been closed for a brief moment, when he heard the sounds of alarm. He grabbed his sword and shield, getting them both in hand and ran out of his tent into the early morning light. Dawn was soft, but the carnage before him was not. His hair was pulled back into a messy tail at the crown of his head, and his boots weren't on. He ran on the wet grass, the rain stopping sometime during the night.
Silas interposed himself between the enemy and one of his men. He felt the spear slam against his shield, and he snarled as he pushed back. The enemy looked familiar, but he didn't have long to recognize what nationality he was before he was put on the defensive. He parried with the shield, before he attacked with the long sword in hand. He heard the squelch of boot in the wet grass and tilted his body backwards to avoid the spear coming for his shoulder. It pierced his opponent, and he slashed across the new opponent's body, and shoved the first man back.
They were Aiel if their clothing was any indication but it was all dark as if they were trying to be shadows, and he knew that this was going to be difficult no matter how he tried this. He roamed from fight to fight, protecting his men, helping create distance and confusion for the enemy. His men circled up and fought hard. However, their small squad was no match for the group of Aiel in front of them. An hour after after the assaulted started, he was the last one left standing, wavering on his feet. He had no idea if they were going to take him prisoner or if he was going to be killed. He heard someone approaching him from behind and even with his his exhaustion, he whirled around, spinning with his sword. The opponent that approached him jumped back from the weapon, and Silas staggered down to one knee. He dug his shield into the ground, trying to get back to his feet. It was not to be, as he was pierced by three spears, two in his sides, and one in his upright thigh. He howled in pain, before he collapsed and stopped moving. He was still breathing but bleeding out quickly.