Were victims ever suspicious of their attackers beforehand?
She started moving again, panic rising as she realized not all the attackers in the building across the street had jumped to the street.
The attackers were down the road.
Rissa was braced in the saddle as if expecting attackers at any moment.
He heard the distant movement as attackers neared, the adjustment of the men's emplacement, even the loading of arrows and stretching of bows.
He guided the horse with his legs, testing its sluggish responsiveness as the attackers prepared to pounce.
Three guards surrounded Rissa, whose writhing, squealing horse was as much of a menace to her as the attackers flooding from the forest.
Taran shoved his way through the attackers, hacking as he went, determined to reach Rissa.
Taran glared back and dispatched his attackers before hacking down the man between them.
Instead, the five attackers closed in, weapons sheathed.
The attackers reached her as she sat in stunned stillness at Taran's feet.
The first blow from her attackers made her head ring and eyes blur.
But the attackers were to make skilful use of the weather conditions.
The advantage of position being thus lost, the Spanish infantry rose and flung itself on the attackers; the landsknechts and the French bands were disordered by the fury of the counterstroke, being unaccustomed to deal with the swift, leaping, and crouching attack of swordsmen with bucklers.
She glanced toward the lingering attackers hovering like vultures.