One of the soldiers, holding Kiriah over the shoulder while she struggled, nodded towards his superior, then glanced over towards one man being led by a few others. His face looked like he had been attacked by a rabid animal, torn and bloody. "This lass 'ere attacked Wilson, sir. On your orders, we'll punish her as you see fit." Of course, the soldier, a man likely only a few years older than Kiriah, had his own ideas about punishment, but it wasn't exactly customary. Hey, soldiers needed some fun for themselves too, even if they were fighting a war.