The fence marked the edge of the camp, but it had never been built to stop an assault.
When eighty soldiers hit it at a run, the defensive barrier failed almost immediately. Rails snapped. Posts tore free of the ground.
Cedd jumped through them with his left boot and crossed into the camp two strides later.
The sentry on the near-right side lay face-down three feet from the fence. The rifle round had struck the base of the man's skull during the volley. Blood had spread into the dirt around the wound and was still soaking into the soil.
The body showed no movement. There was no need to check it.
Another man was pushing himself up near the first row of tents. He had flattened himself when the shooting started and was only now realizing the volley had ended. His crossbow lay within arm's reach.
As Cedd watched, the man's hand moved toward it.
Cedd fired from eight feet away.
