Didn’t get a chance to type anything up this week, so an except from the latest WiP.
As if in a daze, Tobias watched the three Circle closest to him fall to the ground one after the other.
Then he became aware of a woman about his own age in front of him. She wore clothes almost identical to Alyce’s and carried a naked sword that was twin to Cierra’s, but dripping blood.
It dawned on him that she was yelling.
“Fall back! Fall back! There’re too many!”
Then she was shoving him toward the woods north of the camp.
As he turned, Tobias saw the screams had indeed come from Oifa.
Shannon lay on the ground, twin crossbow bolts rising from a pair of scorch marks like a mockery of saplings. But, Oifa was silent now, turning to run as he was, both taking direction from their apparent benefactor.
Only when they were several yards from the camp did his brain start up enough to wonder about Gavin. It took a few more before he realized only he and Oifa were running.
Tobias guessed they were a good fifty or sixty yards away when he felt someone take the boltcaster from his unresisting fingers. He looked over to see Gavin’s grim smile.
“I think I’ll need this now,” the bruised and bleeding man said, “Taya’s got them hanging back, but that won’t last long.”