ewancummins wrote:GARDEN FIGHT
The giant has smashed two, and Safana's fire has set several others' clothes ablaze, but the robed ones keep coming.
They growl and slobber like rabid dogs.
Safana goes down, swarmed by the frenzied denizens of the garden!
Father Michael fights one against three, weaving in and out among the pool house pillars, slashing and thrusting with his rapier.
Devlin circles round the fray to the place where he last saw Filbert. He searches the bushes and paths, but finds only the halfling's cloak-- wet, torn, and bloodied.
The duke cries out, brandishes his rapier, and charges back to aid Safana.
The woman might already be dead...
DEVLIN'S POV
Devlin sprints back, but not fast enough.
The robed attackers carry Father Michael off into the darkness. The priest does not scream, but Devlin catches a glimpse of his face frozen in a rictus of terror.
The giant child cradles the limp form of Safana in its arms. The creatures it had fought lie broken about it like dolls after a toddler's tantrum.
"We have to save Filbert and the father, Sire ."Gunnar says as he is turning to Devlin .