One moment Ciaran was barely hanging onto his sword, desperate to keep his grip on it as he parried one blow, then another, from gigantic greatsword wielded by a man who was more bear than human. The next moment, he was dancing, and his sword was literally on fire, and around him, men were dropping and screaming.
But there were too many of them, and Brenna and Niamh were shouting, Retreat, fall back, for the hills!
And Dolan was shouting back, No! We have to hold the line! Our wives and children!
And then Brenna looked at Ciaran, and he knew.
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