The Tigers of The North - Part 17

A quick glance over his shoulder, and he could see men matching his pace, with a clustering of women mixed in with them.

Greeves estimated there to be two hundred men and fifty women in total. They weren't bad numbers. It was only the old that was left behind, along with those hundred or so women that knew their worth in battle hardly existed. They wanted to stay alive for the sake of their children. But even they were riddled with doubt, as they attempted to stand their crowd.

Some even ran to join, pulled in by the will of the crowd, giving in to that overwhelming uncertainty that gnawed at them.

Ferocious though it was, and empowering, to see two hundred and fifty villagers marching with a single cause, with such determination, Greeves was under no illusions. He knew that this was no fighting band. He knew that their morale would shatter at the first rock of resistance that they felt.