My hand tightened on my dagger. Farson walked across the sands towards Angela, ignoring the attackers. Porn “Las’s cock,” Angela groaned, dashing to where she left her kite shield. Their ululation grew louder and louder. Faoril did not kill any of them. “Very good. It was chaos. They tumbled in yellow clouds that then coalesced and pinned the riders to the ground. My blade cut through a camel. I pulled out a sticky bomb as I darted across the sands, weaving between the camels legs, and popped out on the northern edge of the battle away from Angela and the others. A dull thwunk echoed as a scimitar slammed into the hard wood banded in metal. I hoped she was safe, Angela watching her back. If I knew she would run
