At first, all sought to halt the flames. But the walls needed men, so women commanded the firefight. Two days, Šuraš and Ihna'a hauled buckets 'til their hands were raw, that wiser heads, like Ajhinaš, could tend the wounded.
Then came the fateful cry: “We're breached – ware!”
Consternation became chaos, as swarms of green and scarlet cloaks appeared – Pelargir's defenders and the too-familiar enemy!
Šuraš did not think – she grabbed Ihna'a's hand and fled. Amid confusion, as battle spilled through the streets, Šuraš ducked through an open door.
Ere she could close it, though, two red-cloaked men crashed through it...