Finn was fighting his way toward the front of the line, trying to reach the other side. He wanted to get to the enemies side. He and a handful of warriors were going to kidnap their young ruler. If they could capture the boy, they could end the battle. It would help them in the long run to be united against the daemons. It was going to be a long fight.
Finn darted around two men. He was running as a wolf, his warriors also shifted behind him. They were faster as wolves. It was easier to evade swords with the surefooted step of a wolf. As a human, their reflexes were slower. They needed speed right now, not strength. And speed they had in spades as a wolf.
'Incoming at your nine,' Levi called in Finn's head.
Finn ducked his head and rolled under the sword of a warrior from the other arm
