Victory's Skeletons - Part 7

"Come on!" Judas shouted. "Do something! Don't back away!"

But they were already backing away. It was the natural reaction when there was a wall of men closing in on their faces. The slaves all but fled, some sustaining a few bruises, but most of them gave way before they even really tested the resistance of the enemy.

"Embarrassing…" Nila said, putting a hand to her face, and shaking her head. It seemed thoroughly ridiculous to see such brawny men cowed by weapons that could not reach them. If this was how they reacted against blunted point spears, how would they have faired against the real deal?

"That is our victory, I suppose," Cormrant said, though even he didn't seem to know what to make of how easily the slaves had run.

"C'mon, at least let us get a hit in before you run away!" Rofus called. "I know Amberlain is ugly, but he ain't that ugly. You doesn't need to run so quick."

"What did you say, Sergeant?" Amberlain said.