12
Bursting Free
Instinct, honed by dozens of engagements in as many battles, sent Raedrick diving to the right. His shoulder hit the snow, and he tucked into a roll and bounded back up to his feet a heartbeat later with his dagger in his hand. The arrow whistled past him as he rolled, close enough that he felt the slight breeze that marked its wake. That was close.
A cry of pain went up behind him, but he did not have time to see who was hit. Two men - one skinny and quick the other taller, with more muscles, though it was hard to tell for sure under their winter clothing - threw themselves at him. Both bore longswords, but only the skinny one attempted anything even approximating a proper cut.
Raedrick ducked beneath the cut with ease, but that just left him open to the bull rush fro
