Panting, the Glade Knights run as a pack, knowing that they will soon draw Goblin shots themselves. Lying in the mud, overcome by the agony of her wound, Sian is splashed with brackish water as the Glade Knights hurry past.
The Goblins have seen them coming, and redirect their shots to this new threat. Tirion is first to fall, as a missile punches clean through her leather corset. The Knights close ranks, raising their big, elegantly wrought shields, trading speed for protection now that they have made targets of themselves.
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