She had sprained her ankle when she fell earlier.
Before Holly Sinclair could say a word, the villagers seized the opportunity to swarm them.
Greg sent the charging villagers flying, one kick at a time.
But there were too many of them, and Greg couldn't cover everyone. A few villagers swung their shovels down at Tristan Sterling and Holly Sinclair.
Tristan raised his arm to block the blow, yanking Holly behind him to shield her with his own body.
THUD.
The dull sound of the impact sent a tremor through Holly's very soul.
Tristan didn't even make a sound. His eyes were chillingly dark as he lifted a long leg and kicked the closest villager away.
The man crashed into the people behind him, sending several of them tumbling into a heap.
A chorus of pained cries erupted.
The vicious mob was thoroughly enraged.
They renewed their attack, coming in relentless waves.
"Sir, you and Ms. Sinclair, go!" Greg shouted.
