Rowan ripped through their shields, ripped the air from their lungs. Some found his hatchet swinging for their necks. Close. So close to that tent. He would signal Lorcan and Gavriel in a moment. When he was close enough to need the diversion for the way out. Another onslaught of soldiers barreled for him, and Rowan angled his long knife. His power blasted away their fired arrows, then blasted away the archers. Turning them all to bloodied splinters.
