Duncan swung his sword battering back the one that had spoke earlier.  He was evidently the leader of the dozen plus soldiers.  He may have been a well trained soldier but he lacked practice with the sword.  Oh he was good against unarmed or poorly armed men, but those with training and experience in battle, he was no match for Duncan.  The man's head left his shoulders and rolled up against the house.  The Door opened and Cirus came out fighting mad with a sword and joined the Highlanders in the fight.  He heard Alana's voice from above and grinned.  "Ah Me thinks we have this handled."  and brought his sword up to block a savage  blow from another soldier.  The English were now all a foot having been dragged off their horses, thrown from them or by some other means.  The horses scattered out of the way trampling a couple of the soldiers that had been thrown from theirs.  The area in front of the house was covered in blood and bodies of the English as the Highlanders and Cirus took them down.  When it was all over only two Englishmen survived, having thrown down their weapons and surrendered.<br/><br/>Duncan stood there breathing hard and looking about him.  None of his Highlanders had been wounded.  They were good and that was why he had picked them to accomany him.  Nathan tied the two Englishmen up and sat them on the ground.  William went to gather up the horses, almost twenty of them and took them to a coral by the barn.  "Well done."  he grinned at Cirus.  It was evident he had experience in fighting.  "We'll drag the bodies away from the house a distance.  In the morning ye might get some of the villagers to help ye bury them.  "Their horses are yours, their armor and weapons, see to it that able body men are given them to help protect the clan."  he told Cirus.  Once William returned he had him and Angus and Johnathan drag the bodies away and pile them up a distance away, and strip them of their armor and weapons.<br/><br/>He looked up at the roof of the house and chuckled.  "Ye can come down now."  She had been willing to help fight but had no means to.  She had spirit which was good.  He was beginning to like her.  She was not what he had expected.  Arablel and Cirus' wife emerged from the house clinging to one another.  They looked at the dead bodies with horror in their eyes.  "Back in the house."  he told the two.  "There be nothing ye can do out here and tis no place for ya."  The two women retreated into the house.  "I will ride into the village tonight and have them send out warnings to the other clans about of what happened here and might with them.  I"ll bring back men to bury the bodies.  The sooner the better.  "My horses, ye say?"  as he realized what Duncan had said.  A broad smile formed on his lips.  For horses of the caliber that the English rode would fetch a high price.  He moved to the corral and selected one of them and mounted it.  "I be back in a few hours."  he then rode off.<br/><br/>Duncan motioned for Alana to move down the roof and said.  "I'll catch you, come on."  he held out his arms to catch her.