The runaways were all awake now. Awake and staring at jin. Half the party hid behind trees, both from the surprise attack and the warrior. Braxton eased next to the trees, wide-eyed with a half-smile. Lenore forced herself to stand with shaky knees and Marla behind her. No words could find their way to the lips of the runaways or the marauders as Jin stood above them all.
The flail-wielding man rose up. He shook his head, dispensing of the blurry vision from a rattled brain. Flail in hand he stood before jin, unknowing that it was him alone that toppled the horse. He spun the flail.
“Wait, you idiot!” The other marauders howled but their comrade was already in full charge.
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t escape it,” he whispered to himself. “I’m afraid these travelers are with me. I left your friends bodies in the meadow so at least their souls could see the stars. Do you want to die beneath a dinghy canopy on a dirt road?”
The man pulled his arm back ready to unleash his spiked ball, “Who are you?” His words mirrored the fury of his swing.