Andrea expected to hear "shields up" or some other order, but Mlan just raised his own wooden shield and stepped in front of Trals.

"Would you follow Turtle's example then?" Trals asked, as if he hadn't been interrupted by a rain of pointy death-sticks. "If your sentiments are true, why are you not back there with her mad angel Chris? He's dangerous and powerful."

"Chris? Please." Andrea squinted and her HUD-vision sharpened. The warriors fleeing the battle had almost all turned ...