The sergeant groaned.
Desa stepped past the man, shouldering him out of the way. She retrieved a handful of coins from the pouch on her belt. “We don’t have time to debate this!” she growled. “Go! I’ll be fine!”
Gesturing to his men, the sergeant set them running down the narrow streets on the north and south sides of the plaza. He was quick to follow, venturing one last glance over his shoulder. He looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.
Miri planted herself beside Desa with a revolver in hand, staring down the mass of oncoming enemies. “I’m fighting with you,” she said. “If anyone wants to hurt Lommy, they go through me.”
“No!” Desa barked. “I fight better alone.”
“But-”
“Trust me, Miri,” she pleaded. “I can’t be as effective if I have to worry about hittin
