CopyNProfit
“Why are they so frenzied?”Taranis shrugged. “An important Roman, maybe.” Instantly, Neeve knew which Roman they had found. She burst across the soft earth, mangled by the Caledonian clearing teams, and slammed her palms into the back of the first Druid she encountered. He was lighter than she had expected, and flew through the air, crashing into several other Druids who hit the ground in a tangle of robes. “Get away from him, you vultures!” she shrieked, picking up one of their gnarled walking sticks and swinging it like a cudgel. CopyNProfit scattered before her rage and melted away.