be salvageable. Probably not. Jessep's pissed—really pissed—I can tell. I think he's going to drag me all the way back to the wagon.
But even that was an idle thought. Mainly, she was just fascinated to see, up close, a really excellent hundred go to work.
Tomsien's men never had a chance, really. Not only were they outnumbered better than two to one, but the crawl under the wagons had disrupted their own formation while Uther's was picture-perfect. The Confederate war machine went into action against Confederates who'd been dislodged from it. It was more like watching butchers at work than anything else. The men facing them were trying to form up, but Uther never gave them a chance.
Just . . . the triangular wedges went out, breaking the formations before they could jell, forcing the men into the pockets—the "saw," that—where three or four assegais could come against one. And that one, without a shield mate.
Like cutting meat. Saw, saw, saw. It was over within a minute. About the time it took Jessep to drag her to the wagon. Which, she thought glumly, had probably done a pretty good job of sawing her own buttocks.
"You could have let me up sooner," she complained, after rising painfully to her feet. She twisted her hips, bringing the damage into few.
Yep.
But even that was an idle thought. Mainly, she was just fascinated to see, up close, a really excellent hundred go to work.
Tomsien's men never had a chance, really. Not only were they outnumbered better than two to one, but the crawl under the wagons had disrupted their own formation while Uther's was picture-perfect. The Confederate war machine went into action against Confederates who'd been dislodged from it. It was more like watching butchers at work than anything else. The men facing them were trying to form up, but Uther never gave them a chance.
Just . . . the triangular wedges went out, breaking the formations before they could jell, forcing the men into the pockets—the "saw," that—where three or four assegais could come against one. And that one, without a shield mate.
Like cutting meat. Saw, saw, saw. It was over within a minute. About the time it took Jessep to drag her to the wagon. Which, she thought glumly, had probably done a pretty good job of sawing her own buttocks.
"You could have let me up sooner," she complained, after rising painfully to her feet. She twisted her hips, bringing the damage into few.
Yep.