“We are so screwed,” he muttered, fingers tightening around his swordhilt.
His shieldmate Boyd shrugged and took another drink from his flask.
“I told ya to f’in drink first.” Boyd wobbled a little in bravado or drunkeness, Jonah couldn’t tell. “Just gotta get in there and start swingin’.”
“Only about three seconds before you, my friend!” Boyd’s smile faltered. “Only three seconds, mate.”