His words gave us the edge. Rylan moved first, his hand raised his axe swinging to sever the rope. The wheel turned suddenly, knocking two riders off balance.
Darius charged the left flank with precise strikes. Kane slipped through the shadows and disarmed the tall guard. I ran straight for Thorne while Ulrik turned the knife toward me.
The fight turned fast and brutal. Steel clashed against steel in the fading light. I parried Ulrik's strike and drove my shoulder into his chest. He staggered but recovered, and counter attacked by slashing at my arm. Pain flared hot within me but I kept moving.
Darius reached Thorne first and cut his bonds. The boy rolled free and joined the fray with a scavenged knife, his movements guided by the patterns only he saw.
Kane took down the tall guard with a knife to the throat. Rylan cleaved through two more with his axe. I pressed Ulrik hard, our blades locking in close quarters. "You came for my son. You die for it."
