The sounds of battle raged outside the tent, steel clashing against steel, men screaming, the wet thud of bodies hitting earth.
"No! No, stop it!" Soyeon yanked at her bonds desperately, the ropes cutting deeper into her already raw wrists. Blood trickled down her arms. "STOP IT!"
Through the tent opening, she could see flashes of the chaos. Yifeng and Li Feng circling each other like wolves, their blades singing. Palace guards in their black and silver armor fighting against a mix of Xiongnu warriors and what must be Li Feng's remaining men.
She twisted against the pole, ignoring the pain lancing through her shoulders. The ropes held firm.
"Argh!" She looked around frantically. There has to be something. Anything.
Footsteps behind her.
Two palace guards burst into the tent, their armor splattered with blood. They took one look at her bound form and immediately moved to cut the ropes.
"Lady Su! Thank the heavens you're—"
