Shanka’s women reacted instinctively, using their torches as weapons, a mark of their excellent training, but the men had a distinct advantage, and unless one entire flank of them stumbled, the women would be surrounded. Shanka thrust her torch at a man, winced at the stench of burning flesh, and drew her sword. Malia and the other lieutenants shrieked for the women to fall into formation, but the men were circling tighter and tighter, and Shanka could see her ranks start to crumble. She thrust her other torch at another man and drew her sword.
Then she searched the crowd.
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