'Ware!' cried out Ruthven. She was the only one still watching Rand.
He had lumbered up and was swaying but had reached out and grabbed Eodwine's sword with his one free hand while Eodwine was holding Gudryn.
Pitching and yawing wildly the brigand looked like a ship tossed up and down by a wild wind atop rolling waves. He didn't seem to know where he was aiming his swings, but swing the sword and his arm he nevertheless did. A lock of Gudryn's hair was sliced and fell to the floor, but miraculously her neck went unscathed. Was a battle still to be played out?
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