They all knew they could do nothing. It was a war they were going to lose if they decided to fight head-on. Their people had been held hostage, and they had also been outnumbered.
Alicia and those who had been fighting alongside her were in the middle. Tyra and her group were at the other end, while the crying hostages were on the other side.
Alicia looked at the people beside her. Every one of them had blood all over them. No one could tell which exactly was from them and which was from the opponent. They were all severely injured. She didn't want to mention the many dead bodies all around them or the pungent smell of blood in the air.
Harvey had blood trickling down his head too. He had been knocked off his horse and sustained a couple of injuries. Lance looked like he would pass out any minute, and his father, who also had blood all over him, held his son up to keep him from falling. The same could be said about Williams and Lord Evan.
