Ciaran had to lead the troops through the woods to the northeastern shore. It was slow, cautious going - they broke into small groups to avoid the enemy patrols. When they reached the tree line, they fanned out to study the enemy.
Ciaran’s breath caught in his chest when he saw the mass of boats spread along the shore, the swarm of enemy soldiers with their armor and weapons glittering in the moonlight.
“How are we supposed to survive this?” one of the archers breathed.
“With skill and cunning - just as we were taught,” Ciaran said. “Now hurry - summon the foes.”
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