Shale tried to block out the sounds of the battle. She knew her men where fighting--dying--for this plan. But it would work. It had to.
The one called Sentinel was within strike range now. She dropped the bow and charged at him, sword drawn. She aimed low, slashing in an upward arc. The other arm, kept close to her body, readied her secret weapon. As she had practiced a hundred times before, she formed a dagger in her empty hand and thrust forward with the weapon to stab. If it made contact or not, it would disappear, seemingly leaving her other hand empty once more.