The cheers started then, dulled by shock at first, but the realisation of what Jael had done started to sink in, and they grew louder and louder. Eirik watched the faces as shock was replaced by disbelief, and then joy, and they rushed towards Jael as she stood there, breathing heavily, bleeding, her arms aching, vibrating all over, ready to drop to the ground.
Wow. The oppression was real. Someone should have been poisoned his ass then!
