My apologies for the delay. Evidently when I was scheduling this post, I made an off-by-one error on the calendar.
Beatrix lunged, taking a mighty swipe with her sword around the curve of the stair at the guards who pursued them up it. The dull thud of a blade striking home was followed by the clattering of maille dropping to the floor as the man wearing it fell. She turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder. “Keep going! I can hold the stair.”
The Singers all exchanged worried glances. Eydri opened her mouth to protest, but Runa cut her off.
“No. She’s right. She can hold this stair by herself, probably for a good long time… although I’d be happier if we could lend support.”
“What, with that barbaric battle chant? No, thanks. Clear us a path.”
The second of the guards had made his way up…
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