There was chaos and destruction in the streets. Several homes were on fire, sending thick clouds of smoke into the sky. The air smelled of burned wood and something stronger, like burning fur.
Everywhere people in the town could be heard screaming, and many of them were running quickly, some carrying elderly people on their backs and others holding on tight to their children.
Not everyone was running, though. There were individuals who were fighting for their lives.
"Get them moving! Push them toward the east side!" Amira shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Her voice was sharp, commanding, unyielding. "Three-man teams—two at the front, one in the rear for support. I want coordination, not chaos!"
Her team moved in sync, boots thudding against dirt and broken cobblestone as they swept through the village. Three-man teams, just as she'd ordered earlier. Two at the front, one at the rear.
