Malon's thoughts returned to the present, and his frustration deepened.
"Even now, it's laughable. Outnumbered by us, and yet they hunted us down like wolves chasing sheep," he muttered, his words biting enough to make Birgit shift uncomfortably.
"Still," Birgit ventured again, "we have enough forces left to devastate their rear. If we move quickly, we can force the Dragonslayer to return."
"Perhaps," Malon admitted with a grudging nod. As much as he despised Birgit's recklessness, the logic held. They still had enough troops to inflict significant damage, which might disrupt the Dragonslayer's campaign.
"We'll see if he can overcome sheer numbers," Malon thought grimly.
"Sir Malon! Look ahead!" Birgit's sudden cry broke Malon's train of thought.
"What now?" Malon snapped, following Birgit's trembling hand.
What he saw left him speechless.