Scottish
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we marched closer, aging towards the hillman. It turned flu drown. It's blue white body squawking, and it dove at us, swooping over our heads. We must have neared its nest, and now it was vexed in those moments. I wonder why it could not understand that we are no threat to its eggs and all the while it threatened us. A weasel could sneak into its nest and the vow at each of its young, The hillman had spotted us long ago in the ranks, advance toward us, row by row, bowman! Ready Soon we would step into a row range. I knew that the turn flew away as I passed the glance over the Sligon hill. Then came the crows. There was a storm of crows! They're squawking and con sailed me. They swirled around me, wings beating against my chest. Their mouths gaped as the cod a whirlpool around me, picking at me. I raised my shield to face one and perched upon my shield and squawked into my ear. Come back to the sledding hill horse! And throaty crows caught at me until I fade myself crumbled over my leg. My shield targeted the sand and video have claimed against it. The crows descended upon me and picked and prodded with their head for black bakes barb herself flew among them, arresting me, imprisoning me to her wrath. I cowered on the ground. I still as bog water bob banished when something else passed over me. Something fleshy red. I came out of it, and then I found myself crawling out from underneath his shield. He had been pelted in arrows, he said, he died on top of me. Hot hands grabbed me. The whirlwind of crows had vanished and now Trata nous hold me down to the strand. I humbled on my now bad ankle. A wage of Hillman rushed us. They passed over the body of work and toward us. They outnumber us 9-1 he thinks. And they were armed with spears and maces and other flint weapons. They're going to fire again! Someone shouted, I don't know who the men all race down into the confines of the rock outcrop jutting out of the hill beyond the band and out of the sight of the hillman began to Hubble back, and then a scream so shrill and loud and like a mother knew who, babe, I knew my marina. The hillman had insulted the rear orchid, dodged a blow from a mess and bound the foe's weapon with a sword. Um and worked the storage to the red, the thongs on his enemy would Holbrook. He stepped back in the way and evaded another strike. The mountain of men still injured, finessed his way out. One hillman shoved Sabella out of the way and another dotted across the strand chased by chaser and grown her. And the last hillman smote marina across the face and seized her as she fell, hoisting her onto his shoulders and dirtying up toward the island slope. I hobbled closer and closer, holding very shield close to me. I spear in my clutch. Marina rioted on the hillman shoulders, but she could not fall free. I whistled hard like eric and then came grown around Chaser and they looked across the beach, their snouts wet and red. They trailed the hillman kidnapper until they came close. They forced the hillman to turn it around and retreat toward me, away from the slope. And then I prepared to take aim at the hillman's legs with my spear, Lucas, long armed Sydney raid. May I never miss the hillman, nor strike marina? Amb atticus! Our savior, daughter groaner screeched. Another Hillman had impaled him through the neck with his flint spear grown or wheeled on the ground, grounded by the spear. Chaser began to snarl and bark at his enemy, and before the Hellman could get dislodged the spear from the dog Orca was upon him like some kind of bear. He charged, grimacing, his face so red I could see it bright from far away. The hillman finally yanked the spear out from the lifeless groaner. Orca raised his sword and clipped the hillman's head down to the jaw. Marina fell off the hillman and she hit the ground, rolled up to her feet and rushed away. Chaser query the other hillman toward me, his back to me and then raised the spear and toast it. I went through the hillman's back or co is still screaming and now wildly slashing and stabbing at the two other hillman and Chaser ran over to him. Here try antonius craig! Come here! Marina fled toward him. And now he realized that the hillman would not shoot us if she was near us. They wanted her, for whatever reason, by columbus, they would get her only if I laid as dead as american groaner. I humbled to the men. We formed the circle with marina in the middle. Wait for Isabella! The slave metris shouted running towards the circle with four long training behind her. They joined marina in the middle of us, and we all stood back to back weapons drawn with the hillman funneling down the beach toward us. Orca Tony shadid! And he shouted again, and soon we were all shouting at Orca as if he had been stricken death. He had been hacking at the hillman who slew Pirg loner, The to hillman were dead and he and Chaser came back wet with blood. They joined the circle and Chaser stood next to me, hackles up, Grayling Orca breathes so heavily, and he had been crying. I'd never thought I'd see such a brutal man cry. There we stood all seven of us in a ring with marina and the slave girls in the center of us. The hillman now came dozens upon dozens of them from both sides of us. They were all on with melee weapons mostly flint daggers with blocky wooden shields, flint tap speer's polished stone maces and axes. They all had black hair, black as their, flint as black as bog oak, and their bodies adorned with wood and her bricks as brown as the sign below our feet. Soon we were surrounded by them, and Sabella handed marina a flint bladed knife. It's a better fate, she said to marina. The hillman assembled all around us, readying their spears. We all stood there in a circle, waiting for our fate at the hands of the helmet. The hillman walked over. River, took his lifeless body have covered in sand, and now I realized how honored I had been for him to give his life for me and to carry his shield before I met a similar fate. We would all die there with Don Torin in the distance, shredded and missed of all men to die like that. Such cowards! The hillman! Our cat who said, his voice cracking, and he swallowed a sob. Do not honor him by morning. Honor! By killing Markstrom, said I. And sheath Didavi from my hip. My wrist scoured my thumb on my blade, just like you taught me. I'll honor him by killing in his stance.