Dael got in two, three, four hits before several captors landed on him and dragged him back. Avery had dived to cover Osbert, which only disrupted the line further. Dael didn’t understand his captors’ language, but he knew profanity when he heard it, and he supposed he should have expected the sharp blow to the skull that followed once the fray was settled, but that didn’t mean it hurt less.
He was cut free of the line and dragged away from the others, and this was it - they would leave him be or kill him. Either way, escape was imminent.
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