Arrows zipping through the air brought the foe running, swords singing. Ciaran hollered and then turned tail, dashed through the trees. The others scattered behind him.
They knew their way through the trees far better than the foes, and it was easy to lure them back toward the village. Ciaran ducked around a tree and plastered himself against the trunk, took a moment to catch his breath.
He waited till two soldiers flew past him and he lunged out, stabbed them both from behind. Their cries as they fell alerted their comrades, and he turned, headed for the first gate.
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