Ciaran broke the line first and burst into the village, hollered for Brenna. Arrows zipped overhead, and Ciaran heard enemies behind him cry out, fall. Ciaran skittered toward Deagan’s ranks and spun, swung his sword up. His comrades spilled after him - fewer than Ciaran had started the night alongside - and the enemy soldiers followed.
As soon as they crossed the threshold into the center of the village, Ciaran felt something in the air snap, and magic sang in the air.
Water gushed up from the ground, and Ciaran watched in part amusement, part horror as the soldiers began to sink.
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