'Arrows!' she yelled, glad of the distraction. Enemies and fighting were something she understood. An enemy was honest and definite; emotions and relationships caused turmoil and insecurity.
Somebody away to her right screamed, 'I'm hit!' and then a man on her left crumpled, spitting blood as an arrow embedded in his throat.
'Archers!' Tuath roared and stepped closer to Hector, as was his position in battle.
'Use your targes!' Hector yelled.
Most of the men had targes strapped to their backs. These were the round leather shields that were common in the Highlands and Islands. Melcorka drew Defender and stepped closer to look after Bradan. It was a natural movement that she made without conscious thought. She did not comment on it, or on the fact that Bradan did the same for her, so they
