Ferali rout

	It was a rout. The rest of the circle broke, men running in every direction. The ferali tore through them. It became a snake and rolled over whole sections of the line, men sticking to its body, screaming. Then it was a dragon. Always it had dozens of hands. Always it was quick and terrible. Piteous screams rose on every side and men tore at each other in their panic. Some crouched behind the sheep fences, some huddled in the lee of boulders, some climbed trees at the edges of the fields, but the meticulous in its savagery. It picked up men everywhere-whether alove or dead or wounded or feigning death of hiding or fighting-and devoured them.

Shadow's Edge, Chapter 71, pg. 621