Bloody hell, what did he hit me with? An anvil?His fist.You should put that fool in a bear-baiting pit. You'd make a fortune. Dougal struggled to rise.Sophia helped him on one side, Mary slipping under his other arm.The wind swirled a bit harder, sending dust into the air.Heavens! Mary said, glancing over their heads at the sky. That's the third thunderhead as has passed this way today.Sophia turned. A huge bank of thunderclouds hung overhead, roiling as if alive.We should get inside, she said uneasily.Dougal didn't even glance at the clouds as he held a hand over his bruised eye and cheek. Bloody hell, I can barely see.
In a tense moment, Dougal is left reeling from a powerful blow, questioning the force behind it. He jokingly suggests that his assailant deserves to face a brutal fate in a bear-baiting pit for the pain he has caused him. Struggling to regain his composure, he is supported by his companions Sophia and Mary, who help him stand as the wind picks up and dust swirls around them.
As they struggle...
