CHAPTER 21
They counted together. One. Two. Three.
Mykal opened the door. Blodwyn rushed outside. Mykal was directly behind him.
An arrow flew at Mykal’s head.
Blodwyn twirled his staff around, batting the arrow away.
Mykal pulled the door closed behind him.
Several arrows pierced the side of the house. Flames rose from the back of the spearheads and shafts. Towering tongues of fire licked at the wood construction.
“They’re hiding.” Blodwyn was bent low, ready.
“We need to get the others out,” Mykal added.
“It’s not safe.”
“The fire.”
“They could get cut down if they crawl out now,” Blodwyn said.
“Cover me.” Mykal pointed his staff at the house. The arrows backed out of the frame. The fire fizzled out. “It’s in the walls.”
“Can you put it out?”
There was no time to reply.
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