Chapter 10 Savior
Rain eased back, planting one foot hard in the mud, gripping her katana in one hand.
The warrior glanced around, making eye contact with each opponent in front of her. It was in their eyes that Rain could judge which would run, which would freeze, and which had the killer instinct.
Four in front. One on each side.
The warrior glanced over her shoulder. And two more behind. That’s eight to one.
Rain threw back her shoulders, rolled the katana around her wrist, passed it to the other hand, then turned it again, so the blade pointed down to the muddy street.
Her father had taught her everything about combat. From the time she could walk, he trained the girl to be the ultimate warrior—undefeatable, fearless, and a match for any man. He trained her daily, honing her skil
