It was like the words flew from Fiera's lipes to the devils ear.  Quinta prked up, then stared, blinked scanned again.  "Bloody hell!"  She yelled. Three from the west, 100 paces closing fast, two for the south, 200 paces, closing!  They're big!  Can't see what they are, but damn, they're big!"  She looks at the house, it hadn't held against the first attack, but farmers were one thing,  The present crew at the farm was something else.  "The house, Fiera, Tak, Alphonse, Hallen, back to the house!"  Hallen, where the hell was the girl?  She got a better grip on her buckler and drew her sword.