When there is desperation for hope, any sign of hope is strictly held onto.
The sight of Sir Rager coming with a troop behind Alvin gave the hostages hope, and most of them began to shed tears of joy, believing that this nightmare was over.
The day felt unusually long, but they would rather prefer daylight to nighttime at this point. Unfortunately, the sun was setting quickly now.
Tyra looked at the troop and then at her 'Army' all around her, who seemed to have lost their confidence for a minute as they looked at the troop and then exchanged glances among themselves. There was no more smugness on their faces at this point.
They knew that shit was real.
"SURRENDER! AND DROP ALL YOUR WEAPONS!" Alvin yelled out.
Tyra drew back with her horse, putting a significant amount of distance between her and the others.
She looked at the intruders with a calm expression and then laughed.
