Madison POV
Emery was setting the men at a good pace. He should be reaching the training ground in about fifteen minutes. The Blue River men in the trees were picking off those at the back, and I was shifting and dragging them out of sight, and then, I would shift back and continue to follow. They managed to put another ten asleep and there were still a few more trees where the men could try and take more down. We were down to thirty-three. I would like to bring it down a lot more than that, but it was hard for the men in the trees.
I shifted, grabbed my blow gun, loaded it, and took out a lone man at the back, lifted him up and put him under a bush, then jogged to reach the back of the group, waiting for when one managed to move alone. Then I would hit him and drag him under a bush. The
