In the next heartbeat Sinmora was in Einarr’s hand. He pressed himself against the central pillar as he raised the sword to parry the dwarf’s blade. That was a long drop off the other side – one he definitely did not intend to take himself.
Axe struck long sword and the dwarf jumped backward, eyeing the drop himself.
“You could have just opened the door and been on about your business, you know.”
“Just like you could have turned back after your friend got chomped. My master is most displeased about his dog.”
“The wolf should be fine. My friend, on the other hand…”
“Got what he deserves.” The dwarf lunged again, striking out at Einarr’s chest from his position on the high ground.
Clang! This blow, too, was parried. Einarr edged up a step and struck at the dwarf’s inside arm.
The dwarf dodged back. He, too, was wary…
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