[center][h1][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h1]

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Cilia did what she was told, she was good at hiding and being small. Snow moved in a way that was like a well choreographed dance. She watched his muscles tighten as he prepared to fight. She moved back from the fight to stay out of the staff’s range.

She could smell the stench of death and the smoke of battle. It made her stomach churn and head ache. Emotionally, she was as charged as the air was filled with the sound. Yet she felt powerless and small. 
 
As she moved back one of the dead things approached in a flanking maneuver. As it came in to attack her, she tried to retreat, while the dead warrior slashed. She threw the book as the sword flashed. It cut into the corner of the book and then into the muscle of her left arm. The momentum of the heavy book deflected the blade enough to keep it from her heart. As the book spun paper came out of the binding and floated in the wind. The heavy binding and most of the pages continued to spin hitting the creature first in the right eye with the cover, then spine hit where the nose should be and finally the back cover hit a cheek and bounced. 

The attack did some damage to the creature, but she did not want to see if she killed it or not. She ran after Fergus holding her arm to stop the blood that flowed with each step.