On her back, Alena watched the slaughter with a sort of emotional detachment. What Alena didn’t like was when Loni insisted she was the older sister on account of her larger breasts. Indianporn Tanya, a proud twenty-something blooded warrior (she refused to tell Alena and the trainees her real age), yelled at Edward and Allie to shut up and pay attention. Torstein took stock of the situation. An image of Loni’s killer flashed through her mind. Alena saw three of the attackers raise their bows, so she charged. The arrows piercing her body and the blood that puddled beneath her and leaked from her mouth may have looked bad, but Alena had seen enough sacrifices to know that young girls could hang on for hours with much worse. Alena smiled. Torstein ordered his men to dispatch the sentries in the watchtower and form a line in front of the boats.
