Amy screamed.
It was all she could do from a distance. She watched as the blade penetrated Warlord Leonard’s armor. The long sword went though his thickset frame like skewer through meat. She watched as blood gushed out of his mouth in a silent scream of betrayal. The ‘Luxdale Officials’ made him believe that everything was fine, and then they stabbed him as soon as he turned around.
The mindless horde suddenly appeared like mushrooms sprouting after the rain. The mob wielded various blades and weapons as they stood motionless before the caravan.
She heard the Duke’s shout to arm. She subconsciously felt for a weapon behind her, but nothing was strapped across her back. She remembered suddenly that she had entrusted her things to Gretta. She looked around.
Everywhere she turned was
