Impossible. She couldn’t have been strong enough to withstand such a blow. But then she pushed, and the man staggered backward. Another man swung at her, and she stabbed him, pushed her sword clean through him, planted a foot against his chest and kicked to free her sword, and then she was on the next man.
Deagan and Malachy leapt into the fray. Niamh’s archers swung their bows wildly, stabbing with loose arrows. Dolan and Eoghan joined the battle, and then Ciaran remembered that he had a sword. He had been preparing for this moment for months.
Block. Trap. Strike.
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