XXXFinn slumped to the ground, Diane with him. Matt had let go of the rope but neither thought about running. They were too exhausted. Matt would hand them over to the ironclads and that would be that.
The figure broke into a run, racing towards them down the hill, brandishing a metal club. He cried out in fury. “I should have killed you when I had chance, Matt Dobey!”
Finn looked on in amazement. He recognized the voice immediately. It was no ironclad. Was it possible? His father wasn't as tall as he remembered but there he was, charging down to rescue them.
Matt fumbled for a knife from inside his jacket and held it forwards, but he was too slow. His father, swinging his club, smashed Matt's arm to one side, sending the knife flying.
“Please, no. I can help you,” said Matt, cowering
