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"Finn!" I called out to the doctor. "Can you get the wounded behind that big rock over there?"
"Yeah, but what's the point?" he asked. "If the triplets choose Elena, we're dead anyway."
"Maybe," I said. "But we're not giving up without a fight."
I'd learned something important from watching Aria all these years. Sometimes the person everyone expects to be weak turns out to be the best one of all.
"Tommy!" I shouted to the young warrior. "How many fighters do we have?"
He looked around and counted. "Maybe eight who aren't hurt too bad. But Mira, we don't have guns or shields or anything. We can't fight Shadow Lords with our bare hands."
"We don't have to fight them," I said, an idea beginning to form in my mind. "We just have to distract them."
"What do you mean?" asked Dr. Hayes, who was bandaging someone's arm.
