Elias didn't know who or what had come to their aid and there wasn't time to find out. As the arrow struck the bandit leader in the knee, some of his rabble seemed to think it a good idea to attack the refugees. Elias spun his staff and fended off the first to reach them, knocking his legs out from under him and rapping the bandit on the head.
"Wait-what-" Elias watched in shock as Megora ran to the fallen man, pulled his weapon from him and used it to slit the bandit's throat. His little girl. Killing. Murdering.
"Da!" Elias moved in time to block the blow with his staff but another came in high and the blade bit through his shoulder. He extended his staff to push the bandit away and stumbled back, falling against the tree. He was too old for this. He could feel his heart beating so loud against his rib-cage that he thought it might burst out and the air in his lungs rattled out. There was a tugging on his fingers and Elias squeezed back. They'd die here, die together in his arms.
"The staff, da. Give her the staff!" Megora was there and then she wasn't. There were screams and cries and he felt something pried from his hands before a shadow fell across his face. Auburn hair. Had to be his youngest, only his youngest had hair like that and she shook as she gripped the staff. Megora somewhere to the right with a sword. Paige holding his staff. Two of his brave, little girls.
"Rowan?"
"She's dead, da."
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