Deagan shouted for his troops to fall back into line, and Ciaran scrambled to obey. The battle was shaking out; both sides were struggling into proper formations, and Ciaran was no longer terrified that he would strike friend instead of foe.
More cries filled the air, and at first Ciaran thought it was Niamh spurring her archers into close combat, but then he recognized the men’s voices – Dolan and the other farmers and Eoghan.
“Father!”
Ciaran cut a man down, brought his shield up to guard as he headed toward the cluster of farmers. His father was fighting - and losing.
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