23
Under A Rock
Raedrick pushed hard, keeping to the river’s edge as best he could, to keep his bearings. But Julian had been right: there was no time to lose. Geoff and his remaining men were certainly heading this way, their minds fixed on revenge, and Raedrick had no illusions about his ability to take them on and live.
Maybe if he had his own sword…
No. He still was not proficient with the Tyrashi blade. At least not to the standards he expected of himself. More than once he had considered just giving up on it and returning to his trusty saber. He knew that weapon inside and out, and he knew it was no boast to claim he was a master with it.
His new sword, a gift from his late comrade-in-arms Selam, was another matter entirely. The weight and balance were different, the grip differ
