Irding and Erik skidded across the room and into the wall on the far side, the impact knocking the wind from the younger man. That was most likely both of them with some broken ribs, Erik thought.
Both men spoke at once as they came to their feet. “What did you think you were doing?”
“Saving you!” The answers came in unison, as well.
Erik paused, staring at the son he only recently learned he had, and a laugh as big as he was bubbled up from deep within his belly. Irding looked faintly outraged.
“There’s no doubt we’re related, you and I,” Erik said as the laughter simmered down into a chuckle and his ribs burned.
Now it was Irding’s turn to laugh, clutching his own side. “We are a pair, aren’t we?”
Erik nodded, still catching his breath a little. “Now let’s see if we can’t find the…
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