Adam watched dispassionately as the nine men from the Dragon's Lair ripped through more than 250 men. Those who hadn't been killed were too cowardly to even face the battle. Their heads were still attached because they chose to run rather than to fight.
That meant that all of his best and brightest soldiers, who he had been training for over a decade, were lying dead or being eaten by whatever was living in the moat.
"We need to retreat," murmured Eve as she stood beside him. "Figure some way to spin this, but I am not willing to die today."
Adam snorted at that statement before he turned his attention to Bishop and Sophia. "I thought you said this was going to be easy?" he asked, his voice dark and dangerous. "Wasn't that what you said? One girl, four men, and more supplies than we could ever dream?"
Bishop returned Adam's stare with one of his own. "And? Was I wrong?"