I seized his wrist and fought with all my might to keep the blade away from my throat.
Roman came up behind him, wrapping his arm around the man’s neck in a grappling chokehold.
The Native American jabbed Roman’s side with his elbow. At the same time, he brought his leg up and kicked straight back into Roman’s thigh.
With a loud “oof,” Roman released his attacker.
I grabbed another man in a bear hug, biting down on his sweaty neck.
He wrenched his elbows back and forth like a tornado, breaking my hold. Then, he whirled around, seized my arm, and twisted it behind my back.
Sharp pain rocketed through my muscles. I was shoved and sent flying to the ground, flat on my stomach.
The warrior climbed on my back, straddling me. He seized my hair and gathered it into a bunch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a knife in his other hand.
Oh, hell no.I got my hands beneath me and shoved with all my might, managing to get to my hands and knees, knocking him off balance.
In front of me, a warrior raced toward Marcellious from behind. He slammed his fist into Marcellious’ face.
Marcellious’ whole body torqued to the side, and he landed in a heap on the ground with an ear-splitting cry of pain.
We were getting nowhere with our attackers.
Two men came at me from either side.
I got a good roundhouse kick into the man on my right. The man on my left threw himself at me, and we flew to the ground.
He began pummeling my face with his fist.
I couldn’t get a good hold of any of his body parts. Just as the lights started to go out and I began to fade from consciousness, Roman yelled and viciously kicked the man’s kidneys.
My attacker rolled away from me and took off after Roman.
One of the Natives grabbed Emily, and she let out a shriek.
“Help me!” She writhed in his grip.
“Emily, no!” I raced for her, but a Native warrior caught me around the waist.
Marcellious, Roman, and I were good fighters, but not in a ten-to-three ratio, with one of us badly injured—Marcellious.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him struggling with two Natives, clearly at a disadvantage.
I kicked and fought, held tightly by my captor.
Three men had Roman on the ground, and one raised his tomahawk, ready to plunge his blade into Roman’s chest.
Somebody let out a deafening roar like a bear.
“Ayúšta? po!”
We all turned toward the sound.
Marcellious, clutching his arm as blood seeped through his jacket from the wound in his shoulder, shouted in Sioux. “Stop fighting, my brothers. I am one of you!”
My jaw dropped open.Marcellious knows the Sioux language? How many secrets does he carry?While I could not hold a conversation, I’d learned enough from Moon Lee to understand it.
