Thaig’s Gift
Chap 25
“Arthur gripped onto the coattails of Blackwall where he could. Holding onto the end of the fellow Warden’s gambeson, hunkered down to catch any low exposed limbs. He eventually let go to give Blackwall a burst of speed and send himself sliding into the kneecaps of a desire demon.
Sera fumbled across the ice like a newborn fawn. Between her and the young deer, she came armed and shorter tempered. Throwing caution to the wind, she let her body hurtle across the ice, arrows being fired at every opportunity the Maker dropped in her path. Each arrow found a mark, a couple needing a second to finish the job off. The only way to keep track of the female elf was to listen for a trailing breathless line of curses that made as much sense as a drunken transcriber with a sense of bitter humor.”