Both my brother and this foreigner are keeping an eye on each other. I'm worried about them both. Oh crap the Greek is still buried. I yell to the Greek, "I'm sorry."

Then the Greek shouts, "Βοήθεια! Πάρτε το κεφάλι μου έξω."

"Περίμενε. Θα σας βγάλω έξω. Στις τρεις. . . Τρία," My brother shouts. He rushed to free the Greek. And the foreigner grab me. 

"Βιασύνη πρέπει να πάμε," the foreigner say. He carries me away.

"Wait, WAIT," I say as I was taken away. He kept running with me for some time. I got lost within the turns of the streets and alleys. The big man kept running. How far so we have to go!

I got bored. And then he stops somewhere. Where are we? I ask, "HEY, where are we?"

"Csendes kölyök. Hallottam valakit," he says. Then he put me down. I don't know what he is saying.

"Πάνω σε αυτό το νησί υπάρχουν πάρα πολλοί ερασιτέχνες και πνευματικοί οδηγοί. Ο θάνατος είναι απελπισμένος. Πρέπει να φύγουμε τώρα. Γεια σου ακούτε," someone says.

"Οχι ακόμα. Όταν το ψεύτικο είναι πιασμένο, φεύγουμε," the other guy replies.

"Így! Ezek azok a férfiak, amik utánam. Beszélni fogok velük," the foreigner says before charging in. I follow after. The stranger knock down the shorter man. And the taller guy clubs him. These spirits are fighting. Oh crap.

The short man sees me. Oh course I knock him. Too hard, He flew through the building. Both the foreigner and the tall guy now sees ho much a threat I really am.

"Τι είναι αυτή," the tall one says. He then tries to hit me. But the foreigner grabs him. The tall man keeps clubbing him. So I help.

"HEY!" And I punch that guy. The foreigner gets up. I follow where I knock the tall guy. And with the foreigner behind me. The tall guy struggles to get up. Alright. I really broke the spirit.