*Cait*
The charge comes fast.
One moment, Rory is beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, his voice low and steady in my ear: “Stay close. Stay safe.” And the next, the world explodes into chaos. Horns blare. Arrows scream overhead. A stampede of warriors surges down the slope, and everything becomes a blur of movement, noise, and fear.
Rory darts forward to intercept the first wave. I try to follow, truly I do, but a knot of MacIntyre fighters crashes between us, blades flashing. I’m forced back by sheer force of numbers, my sword up, boots skidding on the loose dirt. I lose sight of him almost instantly.
A man swings for my head. I duck, retaliate, steel biting through his side. Another lunges from behind. I twist just in time, catch his wrist, and slam the hilt of my sword into his j
