Snippet #1233433

There was a fight going on in the street. About half a dozen sword-armed peasants clashed with fewer Lemon Seeds. In the middle of it was a man slashing with a pair of small axes. He was grinning wildly as he fought.

"I may have water running down my neck, but I'm not wet behind the ears! I can take you on!" He laughed strongly and loudly; this was unmistakably Harry Shildin. His eye caught Tarn's. "And here comes the cavalry, the waterlogged cavalry, seahorses! We've got seahorses come to help us, whoo hoo hoo!"

The peasants were fighting as only the desperate could. Three of them turned around at Shildin's acknowledgement and tried to attack Tarn just as he had rushed in to hit them from behind. One of them managed to block Tarn's initial swipe; another caught him in the side. Though Tarn's armor saved him, that would surely leave a bruise.

Lake looked on wide-eyed. "I'll get Soble sir!" Then he ran off.

Amelia, Shannon, and Hauclir were just yards away from the fight. Marie had a good vantage point from up on the rooftops, though the time spent climbing put her slightly behind the rest.