Problem here was that even after a month, her armorers were no closer to recreating the armor. Gabriel was in the process of making more arrows. From what everything that was said about Marion, they had expected to be killed very slowly. Only there, half the scouts had been killed for they had been bunched up and had walked over a camouflaged pit that contained a large number of sharp wooden stakes. Obviously, these were not women that you would want to piss off, and now with both of them awake and alert the odds were now three and a half to one and none of them were confident that they could win even with the odds in their favor. Matt actually wondered if this thing might actually be capable of picking him and his horse up and slamming them both into the ground.
