Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Aim for its eyes!” she shouted. “That’s the only place they seem to
be vulnerable.”
“Actually, it’s better to rip out their teeth and stab them with the
fangs,” Cadfael informed her as he crawled silently out of a gap in the
ground and held up a huge bloody tooth in his badly shredded hand.
“Apparently the only thing that can kill them is themselves.”
“It’s fine,” Ro said as Sophie stumbled back. “He’s on our side—for
now, at least.”
“I’m on whatever side is ending these beasts,” Cadfael agreed.
Sophie nodded, wondering if the fact that Cadfael was alone meant
the other ogres were . . .
Probably better not to think about it. Especially with all the
grunting and screeching still going on in the trees.
Cadfael didn’t look so great. His swords were gone, as were both of
his shin guards. And he had deep gouges running down each of his
legs.
“Did you kill the newborn you went after?” she asked.
He nodded grimly, staring at the bloody fang in his hand. “I’ve
never fought anything like that—and I’ve fought many trolls in my
day. Whatever the trolls are doing in that hive violates all of the
treaties.”
Sophie was sure it did. But they’d have to deal with that after they
got the hive sealed up again.
“Should someone go help Sandor?” she had to ask as a gutwrenching
screech rang through the air, followed by a series of
gruesome cracks.
“He’s got this,” Grizel insisted, and Sophie tried to tell herself that
if Grizel wasn’t worried, she shouldn’t be either.