As more arrows and spears fell, Belina touched Dayne’s arm. “If we press them now, they’ll surrender. They’re broken.” Dayne laid his bow in the grass, then slid his arm through the strap in his shield and ripped it from the earth. He snatched his valyna from beside the quivers. “Surrender is not an option for them, Belina. They turned their backs on us twice already. We can’t give them a third opportunity. Today they die.”
