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“Say, who tied me up!”
    Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!
    “Dragon!” Bayzog said. “Time to act!”
    “Hold yer ground, Dragon,” Brenwar said. He raised his hammer. “We’ve got a prisoner.”
    I nodded. Watched.
    The Legionnaires lined in rank , making a wall between our prisoner and the brother Ettin. The bright plumes on their helmets billowed in the wind. They lowered their lances. The Ettin heads stopped and bickered. The War Horn sounded again. The Knights of Quintuklen charged. They were brave men. Some of the bravest men I ever saw.
    The first Ettin laughed in my face. Low. Wicked.
    Hooves thundered up the hillside. Shiny armor gleamed in the sunlight. It was a glorious sight. Brave men riding into battle. Doing what was right. Fighting evil.
    The second Ettin lifted the chain from his neck and roared. The anchor circled like a lasso over its heads. A fierce grin crossed its faces.
    SWOOSH!
    The Ettin struck, scattering horses and riders all over the ground.
    I yelled , “Nooooo!”
    The bound -up Ettin laughed.
    More people would die if I didn’t stop this.
    A white streak of power slammed into the second Ettin’s face. It howled and dropped the anchor on its toe. One face was smoking. Angry.
    The Legionnaires struck again. Their volley of arrows skipped off its face. Lances shattered on its limbs.
    It swatted them away. Knocking men into men. Horse toppled riders.
    “Retreat!” I yelled.
    It picked up its anchor and came right at us. Angry eyes locked on Bayzog.
    I could see Bayzog’s eyes were drained. Weary.
    “Shum!” I said, “Get Bayzog and Sasha to safety. I’ll handle this.”
    Shum scooped his hands behind them and scurried them away.
    Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!
    “YOU GONNA GET IT NOW, DRAGON MAN!”
    “Be quiet,” Brenwar said, shaking his war hammer in the first Ettin’s face.
    I reached over my back and grabbed Akron.
    Snap. Clatch. Snap.
    The Ettin brother would overtake us in two more steps.
    I loaded a Mithril Arrow and pulled the bow with my two Dragon arms.
    Twang!
    The arrow buried in its knee.
    The second Ettin roared and turned on me.
    I reloaded. A different arrow this time. I rubbed some spit on the tip and it glowed white hot. I pointed it at one face of the Ettin prisoner, whose chest I stood upon.
    Towering over me and the others, the Ettin brother swung his anchor and chain.
    “LET M Y BROTHER GO!” it said.
    I pulled back on the arrow and pointed right at one of the Ettin prisoner’s eyes. They all widened. The tip of my arrow was still white hot. I took my aim back and forth from face to face. Eye to eye.
    “You better tell your big brother to back off,” I said. “You don’t you want any part of an exploding arrow, do you?”
    “No!” one head said.
    “No! No! No!” said the other head.
    I touched the tip of the arrow on one of the Ettin’s noses. It sizzled.
    “Tell your brother to back away then,” I said.
    Tears formed in the eyes of one. A grunt came for the other.
    “Don’t do it,” one said.
    “No! I don’t want my head exploded,” said the other.
    “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I have plenty of arrows for the both of you.”
    Lumps rolled up and down their throats. They shouted.
    “Brother! Back off!”
    The Ettin swinging the chain did no such thing. He stomped his foot, shaking the ground. He growled.
    The Legionnaires continued their attacks. Some spears and arrows stuck in the Ettin’s hide. Others broke. The Ettin didn’t seem to notice.
    A spear zinged by my head.
    An arrow splintered on Brenwar’s chest. “Who shot that!” he said.
    “Ben!” I said. “Find the commander. Tell them to back off!”
    “Alright, Dragon!” Ben dashed away.
    I stood on the Ettin ’s chest, thinking. Why the sudden attack on a small village? I have to find the women. Get them released. But the Legionnaires would want to avenge their casualties. The villagers would want payment for the lost.
    “Dragon,” Brenwar said, “you can’t trust what they sa