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within her didn’t stir. In fact, it almost seemed to be resting. But then the men appeared to be holding their own and Colin had not been injured so there was little to stress over.
What would it be if Valan slipped by Colin’s guard? What would it be if Valan won?
Yet even as her distressed heartbeat increased, Sheila’s eyes slid to hers. “See, everyone’s doing okay. The guys are just bullying each other.” She pointed with a grin on her face. “And look at Les. She’s just a mess.”
Leslie truly was not doing well. Or might it be said, she wasn’t painting the picture of doing well. She and Iosbail were fighting with daggers. The only weapon Torra figured the futuristic lass knew how to battle with. And it seemed she was failing miserably even if she was still on her feet.
Iosbail had a wide smile on her face as she walked around a bedraggled Leslie. Without a care in the world, the Broun flipped her dagger over and over in one hand. An example, Torra imagined, done to show Leslie just how good she was with only a single hand. But it was clear that if nothing else, Leslie possessed perseverance.
She wouldn’t go down without a good fight.
Torra’s speculations were soon proven correct when Iosbail came at Leslie fast, flicking her blade back and forth. Leslie crouched and lurched away, spinning back quick to keep an eye on whom she battled as she held her blade high. Iosbail chuckled, eyes curious as she tracked her foe.
In the meantime, Colin and Valan’s battling was becoming far more fervent. Torra knew they spoke telepathically and whatever they said was fueling their blades. For every slash Valan made, Colin struck back with two. Though they breathed heavily, it didn’t affect their energy in the least.
The crowd sensed something and quieted.
Leslie, it appeared, was gaining rhythm in her battle against Iosbail less so because she actually fought the woman but because she moved often. Torra sipped from her mug as she watched. Leslie was up to something. Had to be. Because from her viewpoint, the thrusts between the women were traveling. Iosbail obviously had the upper hand and would have already defeated her competition if she wasn’t on the run so much.
“What is Leslie doing?” Sheila said.
Torra watched the fighting, curious, until it occurred to her. Stunned, she said, “She’s trying to work with him.”
Sheila’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”
Torra shook her head, a small grin forming. “Her former enemy.”
No sooner had Torra said it did Leslie move her battle with Iosbail closer to the sparring men.
“Jesus, seriously, what is she doing ?” Sheila murmured.
Torra again sipped from her mug and kept grinning.
Clang. Clang.
The men’s swords were pounding, relentless. Sweat poured off both. Were they aware how close the women came? But of course they had to be. They both possessed magic and were seasoned warriors. But what good did that do two men out for blood? Torra knew.
Little if nothing.
Though Torra watched everything closely, she wasn’t sure how they meant to pull it off. But it didn’t matter because they did. Sheila along with the crowd gasped as a quick series of events unfolded.
Leslie darted away from Iosbail and flung her dagger hard at Valan. In response, he darted to avoid. That was all Colin needed to catch the Hamilton unaware. In an enviable move, he simultaneously caught the dagger seconds before it hit Valan and drove the Hamilton back against the wall, blade to his neck.
At the same time, Leslie seized the scant few seconds she had when Iosbail’s eyes flickered to the men and brought her other dagger flush against the Broun’s neck.
All froze.
The crowd became deadly silent.
Winded, gripping her blade firmly, Leslie narrowed her eyes on Iosbail. “You are so incredibly friggin’ awesome.” Then her eyes went to Valan still held tight by Colin’s blade. “And you can go straight to hell for thinking you could have Torra because of a
What would it be if Valan slipped by Colin’s guard? What would it be if Valan won?
Yet even as her distressed heartbeat increased, Sheila’s eyes slid to hers. “See, everyone’s doing okay. The guys are just bullying each other.” She pointed with a grin on her face. “And look at Les. She’s just a mess.”
Leslie truly was not doing well. Or might it be said, she wasn’t painting the picture of doing well. She and Iosbail were fighting with daggers. The only weapon Torra figured the futuristic lass knew how to battle with. And it seemed she was failing miserably even if she was still on her feet.
Iosbail had a wide smile on her face as she walked around a bedraggled Leslie. Without a care in the world, the Broun flipped her dagger over and over in one hand. An example, Torra imagined, done to show Leslie just how good she was with only a single hand. But it was clear that if nothing else, Leslie possessed perseverance.
She wouldn’t go down without a good fight.
Torra’s speculations were soon proven correct when Iosbail came at Leslie fast, flicking her blade back and forth. Leslie crouched and lurched away, spinning back quick to keep an eye on whom she battled as she held her blade high. Iosbail chuckled, eyes curious as she tracked her foe.
In the meantime, Colin and Valan’s battling was becoming far more fervent. Torra knew they spoke telepathically and whatever they said was fueling their blades. For every slash Valan made, Colin struck back with two. Though they breathed heavily, it didn’t affect their energy in the least.
The crowd sensed something and quieted.
Leslie, it appeared, was gaining rhythm in her battle against Iosbail less so because she actually fought the woman but because she moved often. Torra sipped from her mug as she watched. Leslie was up to something. Had to be. Because from her viewpoint, the thrusts between the women were traveling. Iosbail obviously had the upper hand and would have already defeated her competition if she wasn’t on the run so much.
“What is Leslie doing?” Sheila said.
Torra watched the fighting, curious, until it occurred to her. Stunned, she said, “She’s trying to work with him.”
Sheila’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”
Torra shook her head, a small grin forming. “Her former enemy.”
No sooner had Torra said it did Leslie move her battle with Iosbail closer to the sparring men.
“Jesus, seriously, what is she doing ?” Sheila murmured.
Torra again sipped from her mug and kept grinning.
Clang. Clang.
The men’s swords were pounding, relentless. Sweat poured off both. Were they aware how close the women came? But of course they had to be. They both possessed magic and were seasoned warriors. But what good did that do two men out for blood? Torra knew.
Little if nothing.
Though Torra watched everything closely, she wasn’t sure how they meant to pull it off. But it didn’t matter because they did. Sheila along with the crowd gasped as a quick series of events unfolded.
Leslie darted away from Iosbail and flung her dagger hard at Valan. In response, he darted to avoid. That was all Colin needed to catch the Hamilton unaware. In an enviable move, he simultaneously caught the dagger seconds before it hit Valan and drove the Hamilton back against the wall, blade to his neck.
At the same time, Leslie seized the scant few seconds she had when Iosbail’s eyes flickered to the men and brought her other dagger flush against the Broun’s neck.
All froze.
The crowd became deadly silent.
Winded, gripping her blade firmly, Leslie narrowed her eyes on Iosbail. “You are so incredibly friggin’ awesome.” Then her eyes went to Valan still held tight by Colin’s blade. “And you can go straight to hell for thinking you could have Torra because of a
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