“You have to do something,” Fulren shouted over the din of battle. She glared up at him, doubt in her eyes. “I… I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” she replied. The reavers battered at the circle of spears, and another Maladoran warrior fell. “We don’t have time for this,” Fulren growled. “You have to act. And act now.” Wenis nodded, heartened by his words, standing as tall and straight as she could.
This writing is god-awful.
