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Annwyl straddled hi off the strip of leather she used to bind her hair back, she pushed her brother’s hands out of her way and wrapped it around his throat She pulled the ends tight and ignored his flailing ar the pressure up

There would be no noble death for him She would not take his head while he still breathed as she would have any other warrior He deserved no such courtesy Instead, she gritted her teeth and kept up the pressure

Soon his movements slowed and desperate needy sounds came from the back of his throat She waited until he dropped off unconscious and with one strong pull, she snapped his neck

She released hiround She realized that it took less ti her own brother

"Annwyl"

Annwyl tore her eyes away fro foron-lover

"You need to turn the tide of this battle"

She glanced over the battlefield and saw that herequally well Neither side giving up any ground

She nodded as she retrieved her sword "You are right"

Brastias raised his ax to cleave anotherover the battlefield and the land

"Hearand focused their attention on her Even the eneon’s back as if she were born to be there

"I lead Dark Plains! I lead these troops! And now Garbhán Isle belongs to me!" With that final screech, she raised her brother’s head high in the air

Her men screamed her name as Brastias turned to the soldier before hi the hus sank deep into the metal tub someone placed into Annwyl’s tent He let the hot water wrap around his hu muscles He would rather be back at his lake, but this would do for now Besides, he would be hoh

"Annwyl?" Morfyd entered the tent, but stopped short on sight of her brother "Oh You"

"Yes Me"

"Where’s Annwyl?"

"Still celebrating with her ainst the tub "Did the fairls, I think"

"That better be all he’s enjoying," Fearghus growled out

Morfyd chuckled "He tried, but I hear Annwyl handled it"