The retreat back to the forest was chaos. It was not organized or disciplined, it was a chaotic retreat.
Men crashed through bushes and tree branches while running blindly into the darkness. Horses screamed somewhere deeper inside the woods while wounded brigands stumbled through mud and roots with blood soaking their clothes.
Some threw away shields just to run faster.
Others abandoned wounded men entirely.
Fear had shattered the attack force completely.
Daren nearly slammed into a tree while running downhill through the forest, breathing hard as distant thunder-like cracks still echoed faintly behind them from the direction of Falmouth.
Not thunder.
Not anymore.
Now he knew what it really was.
Those black weapons.
Those impossible weapons.
Another brigand suddenly burst from the trees nearby clutching one arm. Blood poured heavily between his fingers while panic filled his eyes.
"They were tearing people apart!"
"I KNOW!" Daren snapped back.
