XXIFinn kicked the first of their attackers in the face, sending him toppling backwards to land on two others climbing up behind him. The man laughed, even as others used him as a steppingstone.
Beside him, Diane's steel blade was darting backwards and forwards, slipping between gaps in their armour, through eye-slits in their helms. She handled the blade with practiced skill. She'd had to fight more than once in her time on the run, although it wasn't something she liked to talk about. Whelm, on the other side of Finn, was less clinical, swinging a metal club backwards and forwards in an arc, bashing several heads at once.
For a moment Finn thought they might survive. Four, five, six of their attackers fell back to the ground and still the three of them stood unscathed atop the moving e
