Chapter fourteenThe sword blade hissed past my ear and smashed into the grimy brickwork. The blade did not break. The four warriors trying to kill me in the street imagined they had me cornered, backed up to a brick pillar.
Their attack had been so swift and sudden they’d almost had me — but almost is not good enough when dealing with a Krozair of Zy.
A smooth sideways movement, checked, and my drexer sank into the warrior’s throat above the corselet rim. He’d gone with my sideways action, and so paid the penalty of not paying attention in the middle of a fight.
The other three yelled all kinds of threats and dire promises of retribution and bore in with their swords seeking a more intimate acquaintance with my guts. Springing away from the pillar I swirled my brand before their eyes, d
