Gunfire shattered stone. Bullets smashed into bullets. Other bullets were carved as Xiathia sliced them, flipping
out of the way as an axe sailed by her head. Tiling scattered dust and shards in the air as the erratic bullet spray moved to follow her.
The guards were standing atop one another in the doorway, holding the guns by the very end of the handles
while trying to fire. Quite poor form.
Still, with weapons like that…
She winced, looking at the holes in her legs.
The watchtower guard rushed at her, waving his curved stick. Letting his arm come down she jerked his shirt so he faced his fellows, jumped on the stick, then kicked off his stomach. Swinging her sword as the bullets fired again she made contact with a low stream of shadowflame.
She apologized to Ghirti as she dra
