Despite my best efforts, a single Zavalan villager had escaped and had managed to warn some of the outlying farmers. Nevertheless, she resumed her stance, determined to continue. XXX I turned back to face her and attacked with a series of cuts. The embers of the grain silos where the bodied had been piled for burning were still hot. I pursued, forcing her back on her heels with a flurry of blows. A scab had formed, but the sparring had caused it to crack, and rivulets of blood now dripped down her back. The bad news was that there was a lot of them and since most were concentrated along the waterfront, it was relatively easy to gather a large force. She held the end of the dressing while I wrapped it tightly around her waist.
