Akorsa charged forward from the confines of the village streets, lunging at the first hideous armor-clad Maseriff that she laid eyes on, burying her great axe in its chest. Wrenching the weapon free she let out a fierce yell, she hit another of the monsters upside the head with the side of her axe, then slicing down and severing the creature�s neck. She kicked another one off its feet; the monster clawed at her leg as it fell, digging into her flesh. The young shepherdess let out a cry as she rammed the axe into its back.
She did this several times, until there were few of the vile creatures left for her to attack, and her energy quickly depleting. Not feeling strong enough to continue her violent pursuit as many of the men in the Proctorial Army were, she began surveying the dead and wounded that lay about her feet. She killed off the rest of the monsters, one by one, until there were none left surviving about her.
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Fionn was busy defending the sheep pen from the Maseriff. He had no real deadly weapon, but he was dangerous when wielding a staff, and with his long knife he managed to hold the monsters at bay for quite a while. He had used a knife on them before, and found it easy enough to knock them down, one by one, then make slices at the vulnerable spots of the neck and shoulders, where the monsters were not at all protected by their armor.
One after another did Fionn cut down his enemy in defense of his village�s flock; of his and his wife�s flock. Soon enough he had a pile of the carcasses about the pen, and not so long after that did the monsters cease their attempts, and move to flee. In return for his efforts, the son of Myron received little more than a plethora of cuts and bruises. Feeling satisfied that the flock was safe enough, he went in search of Akorsa, praying silently that she was still alive.
