Relief flooded Eira as Nimraph charged in. She stepped back, chosing to be defense while Nimraph attacked. She shouted, "Get lost! My husband won't show the same mercy I have!"
One of the men hestated, taking a step back. The other let out a battle cry and charged Nimraph. Eira backed into the wagon, aware of Dammon crying. Meanwhile, the second robber had turned and fled.
Nimraph grinned as one was foolish enough to charge at him. He sliced him down and impaled them with his sword before he could even fall. He growled out, "Do not mess with my family..."
He reached to take some blood off his sword with his fingers, lifting it up and licking the blood off his fingers, horror on the robber's face before he fell.
Eira panted as Nimraph dispatched the remaining, or was remaining, robber. She dropped her sword and hopped into the wagon. Dammon looked up to EIra with shock and tears in his eyes. Briar was somehow still sleeping, curled up and steadily breathing. Eira was relieved her sons were okay, but was greived to see Dammon so distraught. She scooped the boy up and hugged him, pain searing in her back, "Hush, darling, I got you. It's okay. Daddy and I took care of the bad guys. You are all right." She hugged the boy, tears falling from her eyes both from physical pain and from Dammon's own crying. She choked up, gently singing a lullaby to comfort Dammon.
Nimraph dragged the body off the road, quickly and discreetly taking any valuables, water or food on his person before tossing him in a bush. He straightened up, cleaning off his sword before heading back towards the wagon.
Dammon had calmed, Eira could bet he had been spooked by the man climbing the wagon, but had not seen his death at her hands. Dammon slipped from her arms and laid over Briar, seeming to protect his younger brother instinctvely, falling asleep again. How exhausted, or hungry, were these poor boys? Once again, Eira was positive they had made the right choice. As she heard Nimraph approaching, Eira reached and starting tugging her her jacket, hissing in pain, "I think I got struck." She admitted, pulling the leather jacket off. Her mostly white shirt was indeed stained in the back, "Is it serious?"
Nimraph looks worried, laying his hands gently over the wound, "No, it's not to horrible. We'll put some pressure on it till we get to the Shire.
Eira nodded, sighing in relief. "Let's get out of here then." Her gaze laid on the sleeping boys, sick with worry over them, "The faster we're out of Bree, the better." She then looked to Nimraph, "How are you fairing?"
Nimraph nodded, pulling himself up into the wagon, "Furious, and my blood is boiling, but well."
Eira nodded, "I was trying to reason with them." Fury bled through her voice, "But the moment that slime dared to target the boys..." She shook her head, "That would not stand."
Nimraph sighed and nodded, "Yes, I am glad I came when I did..." And he fell quiet.
Eira whispered, "Me too..."
They traveled some more, mostly in silence. The wagon rolled on, yet the boys remained asleep. Now, Eira simply could not sleep. She kept gazing into the shadows of the trees and behind the boulders, wary that more robbers might slip out from behind them and threaten her family once again. As they entered Buckland territory, Eira finally started to calm just a little, applying pressure to her wound and frequently looking back on the boys. Nimraph was silent, likely harnessing his own adrenaline levels from that attack.
She looked up as the Brandywine Bridge came into view. She smiled, despite everthing, "A beacon of safety, I hope..."
